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Fuzzy Love - Complete	By : ColdSilence Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author: Cold Silence
E-Mail: writer.coldsilence@gmail.com
Pairings: Riku + Kairi + Sora, Sora x BHK. (BHK = Blonde Headed Kid from KH II)
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Het, Furs. OOC Roxas due to the fandom personality he was given before information on his character was released with KH2.
Special Note: This fic has relationships with things that have tails. Also, this story was started before Roxas’s name was revealed, hence why he is named differently in this fic. Don’t worry though, this actually fits well with what I have planned for him in the end.

Fuzzy Love
-Chapter One-

  He arrived on a special night.

Sora remembered lying on the sand between his two closest friends the day a fantastic meteor shower blazed across the purple skies. Possessed by a quiet sort of awe, he tried to pick out every comet and imagine how far it had traveled before it reached their home. It was a celestial display that visited Destiny Islands only once every ten years, so naturally almost the entire population of their archipelago home had turned out to see it. Fortunately, their secluded spot gave them a good view of the heavens without having to subject themselves to the crowd of children dotting the beach.

“Sora, do you think that if you wish on a shooting star, then your dreams will come true?”

As always, Kairi’s voice gently teetered Sora back to earth, as if he was a wayward balloon that would float away if left unchecked. He shrugged his elbows in answer, too lazy to do much more while his hands were tucked behind his head. “I don’t know, maybe. Why? Did you have a wish?”

“Kind of,” she answered vaguely. Twiddling her thumbs a bit, Kairi contemplated if she should really tell her thoughts before coming to her decision. “I want to be homecoming princess.”

“What?” Sora jerked into a sitting position out of astonishment. Kairi? Homecoming princess? It was so incredibly unlike her. Notions like that were for girls like Selphie, who were interested in makeup, boys and being pretty. These things had never interested his female friend, who always preferred to hang around Riku and himself instead of partaking on other activities that would be considered.. well. Girly.

Echoing Sora’s surprise was Riku’s laughter. Since the brunet was sandwiched between them, the older boy had to peer around his best friend’s butt so that he could smirk at Kairi. “That is so lame. You’ll never be a homecoming princess.”

Those words of discouragement caused Kairi to blow her cheeks out with consternation. It was bad enough to call her wish lame, but to say that she had no chance of winning rankled her. She was well aware of how dumb her dream sounded, but she had her own reasons for suddenly becoming interested in a contest that was reserved for the popular kids at their school. Embattled by Riku’s doubt, she glared at him as best as she could with Sora sitting in the way. “Why can’t I be homecoming princess? I can do it, if I wanted.”

“You’re too much of a tomboy,” answered Riku with a shake of his head. It was clear that he thought that Kairi was a lost cause.

“I am not a tomboy! I’m wearing a skirt aren’t I?” To emphasize this fact, Kairi plucked at the short, frilly pink skirt currently covering her legs. It was rather unusual that she was wearing it; her typical outfit almost always consisted of a pair of sturdy shorts.

At first, her wardrobe change had surprised Riku, but it all began to make sense to him after she revealed her intentions to become homecoming princess. So. Kairi wants to look cute, he thought to himself. However, the boy wryly noted that she could not take the complete leap to sexiness and wear the skirt without some kind of covering beneath. A pair of black spandex shorts prevented anyone from seeing anything interesting past the two slits in the fabric at the sides of her thighs. “Not even that skirt can save you, Kairi.”

“I think Kairi could be princess. It’s not like we’re not going to vote for her, right Riku?” said Sora.

Sadly, Sora never picked up on the fact that Kairi’s new clothing had been specifically picked for him. Even though she had been plucking at her skirt all night and sneaking shy, furtive glances at him, he hadn’t commented on her new attire at all. As usual, another one of Kairi’s grand plans to be noticed by the boy she liked completely flopped.

Finding the critical failure of Kairi’s skirt hilarious, it took Herculean effort for Riku not to burst out laughing. He was of the opinion that their redhead friend could show up wearing nothing but a barrel and Sora still wouldn’t notice. “I guess I could support a tomboy princess – ” his words were cut off when the so-called princess threw sand at his face. With an impish grin, he retaliated with a handful of his own. Poor Sora scrambled away since he was sitting in the line of fire.

“I suppose you have a really special wish of your own, huh?” Taunted Kairi at Riku just before turning her head away from another spray of sand. Giggles spilled from her lips as she tried to shield herself from the onslaught.

“I don’t have to wish. I know I’m winning the championship this year,” boasted Riku.

His confident reply caused his friends to groan loudly. He was always going on and on about his most recent endeavor: conquering the track team. Last year it had been basketball, and the year before that it was soccer. No matter what sport Riku played, he always managed to win some championship or award for it, and when the day was over, Kairi and Sora were made to sit through his ego as he retold his victories. Although Sora truly admired his best friend’s prowess, just once, he wished Riku would lose. Preferably to him; a secret yearning that most teenage boys developed from friendships that had been forged through a childhood of adventure games and rivalry.

“What about you Sora?” Finally giving up on throwing sand at Riku, Kairi took cover by sitting with her back to the platinum blonde. That way, he could throw as much sand as he wanted at her without getting any on her face. An interested gaze was turned to her brown haired friend. “What’s your wish?”

“My wish?” Sora had so many wishes that he didn’t know where to begin. He wished he were taller so that he could beat Riku at basketball. He wished he could pass the final boss of the video game he had been playing for the past two weeks. He wished his mom would cook a real dinner for once. Affecting a serious air, he considered the things that he’d always daydreamed about, before settling on his most recent flight of fantasy. “I wish.. that I could meet an alien!”

“An alien?” Kairi gaped at the boy in disbelief. Only Sora would come up with such a crazy answer, which was why it was fun to ask him questions in the first place. “What would you want that for?”

“Because!” An excited glint entered Sora’s eyes as he scrambled to his feet with excitement. “It’s someone from a whole different world! Imagine all the things they could tell you, or the weird gadgets they would bring, or the places that you can go on their spaceship - ”

Before Sora could go on and on listing the merits of meeting aliens, Riku clothes lined his best friend while he was distracted. As soon as Sora was splayed out on the sand, the older boy crawled on top of the brunet and pinned his arms to the ground. “Sounds to me like Sora wants his brains sucked out of his ears.” His captive was treated to a particularly wicked look, accompanied by the sound of suction from his pursed lips.

“Ugh, that’s disgusting! Get off!” The minute that Riku gave him some slack, Sora grappled his best friend, precipitating a playful scuffle on the beach. Not one to be left out of their games, Kairi jumped on top of them, creating a dog pile that was sure to end with lots of scratches and bruises that wouldn’t be noticed until morning.

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  Even from the beginning, he was always getting himself into trouble.

Later on that night, when they rowed their boats back to their homes, Sora noticed a plume of smoke rising from one of the islands that was too tiny to be much fun. It was a mere patch of land overgrown with trees and foliage so dense that it was a natural breeding ground for bugs and other unpleasantness that most people would want to avoid.

However, despite his misgivings about the place, Sora’s sense of justice got the better of him. A campfire that was not put out properly could cause the small island to become nothing more than charred remains by the next day. Therefore, despite the late hour of the night, he felt it was his duty to check on the source of the smoke in case it was the beginning sign of real danger.

His friends continued past the suspicious island, anxious to get to their homes before they got in trouble with their parents. Sora’s family life was a little different, so he didn’t have to worry about those kinds of restrictions. None of them were worried about his sudden deviation from the way home; the boy was always chasing after imaginary things that landed him in unexplored areas of their islands. Barely a wave was returned to the departing calls of his friends, indicating that he was already lost to whatever mission he was on now.

Once his rowboat was moored securely on the shore, Sora trudged through a tangle of gnarled trees. The heady smell of burnt wood and some other substance that he couldn’t identify hung in the air and became stronger the closer he got to its source. When he finally reached the problem area, it was an odd scene that greeted him. There was no true fire, only the smoldering of a recent one, and it seemed to be coming from the trees themselves. Many appeared charred, and some had their tops sheared off at an odd angle, as if something had crashed into them from above. His nose wrinkled in distaste at the strange petroleum-like aroma that overpowered his nose. Darkness and shadows prevented him from seeing much; what little the moonlight managed to illuminate was covered by a thick film of soot.

Kneeling down, he picked at the strange debris on the floor until he revealed a triangular object. It was palm-sized; its color undeterminable because it was completely charred. It kind of reminded him of pieces from a model kit. “Weird,” he muttered. Precisely because it was so odd, the object was stuffed into his pocket; an old habit that he never quite grew out of despite his 14 years of age. When his 15th birthday arrives a few months from now, it could be predicted that he would still be collecting strange things and keeping them in his overflowing room.

Since there was no fire to put out and it was too dark to see anything else of interest, Sora made up his mind to leave the premises. Just as he turned to go, a splash of color stalled him. At first, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Crawling towards the hint of pale yellow that stood out against the black leaves, he peeled layers of debris from what he spotted and gasped at what he found.

It was a cat. If it weren’t for its tail sticking out from beneath the pile of dirt and foliage he would have never noticed it. The poor creature was breathing raggedly, its lithe body barely recognizable beneath the blood that matted its fur. Unable to have the heart to leave it there, Sora gently began to scoop the injured creature into his arms. A weak mewl of pain protested the movement, which made his brows draw together with worry.

“Sssh, it’s ok.” His words were as gentle as his careful cradling. He wondered how a cat managed to arrive on an uninhabited island in the middle of the ocean, and could only come to the conclusion that the same campers that had burned the trees probably abandoned it. The mere thought of someone doing such a thing made him feel angry. When Sora arrived back at his rowboat, the feline was placed on one of the benches so that he could use both hands to row back to his home.

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  When people said that he couldn’t make it, he always proved them wrong.

A careful bath with a moist towel revealed that the creature had yellow fur decorated with tiger stripes of sandy blonde. Its paws were also light blonde, giving it a booted appearance for all four of its limbs. Dark streaks on its face defied the vertical pattern of its striped body, instead stretching out horizontally like lines of mascara from the corners of its eyes. Judging from the cat’s size, it was in that stage of life when it could barely be called a kitten anymore, much as how Sora could hardly be considered a true teenager despite his age. Its injuries included a broken rib and fractured tail, which his mother tried to patch up as best as she could. For days, it lied nearly motionless in a special bed; an ingenuity Sora had created out of an old fruit basket and some blankets.

Despite its injured condition, the cat was the center of attention every time Sora came home. The boy would often carry the basket around the house, taking his furry companion with him whenever he had dinner, watched television or played video games. Sometimes, he would bring it to Kairi’s house, where his friend would coo over the kitty and feed it milk from a baby bottle. Nursing it back to health became a pet project of theirs, much to Riku’s annoyance. He considered a creature that couldn’t do anything else besides lie there and look miserable to be boring, and often tried to get Sora to come spar instead of wasting his time.

On the sunny morning when Sora opened his eyes and found a pair of attentive, cerulean blues peeking at him from the basket, he jumped out of his bed with bated breathe. A closer inspection of the cat confirmed his hopes and caused a smile of relief and happiness to spread on his face. For the first time, the creature gave the appearance of being wide-awake and intelligent, and was able to move around on its own. The color of its eyes had never been revealed until that very moment.

“You made it! I knew you would,” he said joyfully. Sora gently scratched the cat’s head until its triangular ears flicked back in protest. “You have a really weird haircut.” This was referring to a patch of fuzz that stood near perpendicular from its cranium, a phenomena that he’d never seen on any feline before. He shook his own head back and forth in an attempt to move some of his own drooping brown spikes away from his face. “Not that I can talk.” The boy plucked at his bed-head, contemplating a haircut as he did every morning. Suddenly, an expression of inspiration lit his face, as if fiddling with his hair had triggered a random firing of brain cells. “That’s what I’ll call you! From now on, your name is Spike. Pretty cool huh?”

Spike was then forced to crouch as Sora snatched up his basket and ran to his mother’s room to show her the cat’s recovery. She was just as overjoyed as her son, though she had misgivings about keeping a feline around the house. The boy promised to take extra good care of Spike and to clean up after its potty every day, as well as swear on everything that was holy that he would prevent his pet from scratching the furniture. As long as those promises were kept, the cat would be allowed to stay.

Later on that day, Spike was proudly displayed on the kitchen table for Sora’s friends, where it wobbled on unsteady legs beneath all the attention. Sora, Kairi and Riku sat in chairs around it, marveling at how strong it was now as compared to the meek little heap of fur that it was before.

“Why’d you name it Spike?” Riku asked offhandedly while he poked at the cat’s whiskers with his pinky finger. The creature didn’t take well to being picked on and retaliated by attempting to claw the offending digit. Undisturbed, he continued to provoke the cat with a bored expression on his face.

“Because of his hair. It matches, don’t you think?” Sora was pleased by his pet’s feistiness. Although he didn’t mind taking care of it while it sat listlessly in its basket, he would have been disappointed if it turned out to be a boring cat after all.

“I would have called him Fonzie,” Kairi chimed in with a smile, before trying to make the creature ignore Riku by blowing little kisses at it. Spike turned in her direction, but couldn’t seem to decide whether it wanted to respond to her calling or keep beating up Riku’s finger.

“The little sucker thinks he can beat me. You wanna beat me huh? You think you’re good enough?” Riku continued to harass the feline, until he reached the limits of his boredom and simply flicked the cat’s nose before coming to a stand. The day was warm and he had several games in mind that he wanted to play with his friends today. “Are we going yet? I left the frisbees in the boat.”

“Yah, lemme just put Spike back in his basket,” said Sora. He scooped up the cat and then tucked him into the blankets of its makeshift bed, careful not to touch any of the bandages on its body. Spike kept poking its head out, unwilling to be taken away from all the excitement just yet. Nevertheless, the cat was carried to Sora’s room and placed on the floor so that if it left the basket then it wouldn’t hurt itself by jumping to the ground. Once that was done, Sora began to lecture to his pet while pointing imperiously at several newspapers that had been laid on the ground. “Ok, now remember. That’s the bathroom. Baaaaathroom. No presents under my bed, alright?

The cat flicked its bandaged tail, and that seemed to be all the response that Sora was getting. The boy couldn’t resist leaning down and planting an affectionate kiss on the top of his pet’s head. Then he collected his favorite pitchfork and a voodoo mask, items that would be used in the slightly modified game of "frisbee” they would be playing that afternoon. Just before he reached the door, a light thump came from the direction of the basket. Spike had leaped out of its bed and was following its owner with its tail drooping behind its rear.

“No no, you stay here. You’re still too weak to go anywhere,” admonished Sora. He used the toe of his yellow shoes to gently push the cat away from the door before closing it behind him.

As he rushed outside to join his friends, he didn’t notice his pet climb to the windowsill and watch him leave.

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  He should have recognized the signs back then, but how was he supposed to know what was really going on?

Spike was Sora’s companion whenever he was home. Everyday his pet grew stronger, and soon it became a normal thing to see the cat chasing Sora around the house or vice versa. The boy would spend hours piecing together elaborate forts for his pet, complete with scratching posts and high window seats made out of the things he had lying around in his messy room. He would spend every morning playing games with his fuzzy friend before leaving in the afternoon to join Kairi and Riku for their own fun. Sora became very attached to his pet, sometimes letting it sit inside the fabric of his hoodie while he wandered around the neighborhood. Spike never liked to go on boat rides though, and would run away whenever it saw its owner heading towards the shoreline.

Usually, Sora didn’t return from the distant islands until late in the evening; tired and hungry from a day of frolicking at the beach. The beginning of school loomed a mere week ahead, which prompted the boy and his friends to enjoy every last second of freedom that was left to them. Tonight was no different; it was late when he opened the door to his home and waltzed straight to the kitchen.

As always, his mom had prepared a quick dinner that was stored inside of the refrigerator. Today’s gourmet dish of tuna fish sandwiches was snatched from the shelves; one quickly stuffed into his mouth before he even closed the refrigerator and sat down properly. He managed to inhale one of the sandwiches when something fuzzy brushed against his legs.

“Spike?” A quick glance downwards confirmed his suspicion. The cat was circling his ankles with its yellow tail tilted high, nuzzling at his skin with one whiskered cheek. Sora scooped it up one-handedly and placed it on his lap, where it continued to brush its face against his chest. “How do you keep getting out of my room? And where did your bandages go?” No matter how many times Sora trapped Spike behind his bedroom door and made sure all the windows were closed, his pet still managed to get outside somehow. He suspected his mother was the one who kept letting him out, but the woman denied it every time.

Placing his meal aside, he began to check how well his pet had healed. To his pleasant surprise, it seemed that Spike’s bones had mended very nicely, although Sora continued to touch him gently out of habit. Spike’s affectionate nuzzling waned beneath his prodding fingertips, and then its attention shifted to something more delicious. Lifting its upper body so that it could plant its paws on the tabletop, it leaned forwards and began to nibble on the edge of one of the leftover sandwiches. It took a few moments for Sora to catch on to what was happening to his dinner since he was busy examining the his pet’s body while it would sit still long enough.

“Hey I’m hungry too!” He jealously pushed his plate out of eating distance from his cat, but not fast enough to prevent it from eating a mouthful of tuna and bread. Annoyed that his food now had cat germs, he placed Spike back on the ground so that he could eat the rest of his meal in peace. Unfortunately, his pet continued to give him heartbreaking looks from the floor, which made him roll his eyes. “Alright fine, I’ll give you something. But don’t blame me when you start getting fat.”

After finishing off the last of his dinner, Sora pushed away from the table and raided the fridge a second time. Waiting inside was a bottle of specially made milk that had been meant to be Spike’s breakfast. Upon seeing Sora retrieve this item, the cat mewled excitedly.

“Hang on, at least let me warm it up for you,” muttered Sora. One-sided conversations was normal phenomena with his cat, although sometimes the creature would meow back as if in response. Riku always made fun of his friends for it, but they never stopped doing it anyway.

Warming the milk only took thirty seconds in the microwave. Afterwards Sora strode to the living room and flopped on the couch in a sprawl. His pet was practically walking on his heels as it followed, and it didn’t hesitate to leap onto it’s owner’s lap almost the moment his butt hit the sofa.

“Geez, you must be really hungry,” commented Sora.

The cat eagerly nuzzled in the direction of the bottle, which was lifted high into the air to prevent it from being reached just yet. Sora used his free hand to scoop his pet into a better position: on its back and cradled in the crook of his arm. Kairi had been the first to feed Spike that way, and although Sora teased her for treating the cat like a baby, he secretly fed the feline the same way when they were alone. Once his pet was settled, the bottle’s nipple was edged to its mouth. Soon it was happily lapping at the warm liquid with its pink tongue.

“Riku’s right, you are a big baby,” he said with a grin.

Riku called the cat a lot of other different names, none of them flattering. He was jealous of all the time that Kairi and Sora spent with the cat. Doubtless he would be much happier now that the creature wasn’t as helpless as when it first arrived.

Sora wondered if they should start feeding his pet solid food now that it was healthy enough to snatch scraps off the table. Sadly, he would miss feeding Spike like this. He felt content holding his pet in his arms while it suckled at its drink. It made the house feel a lot less lonely.

Ever since his dad died three years ago, staying home had become a painful experience for Sora and his mother. Every room contained bittersweet memories, such as where his father used to sit in the living room. The place where he would lean against the porch while waving to the neighbors. The rug where he played games with his son in front of the television. It was the reason why Sora and his mother were never home, returning only to eat hasty dinners that didn’t last long enough for old memories to creep up on them.

However, Spike made sitting in the living room alone not so bad. There was a tender look in Sora’s eyes as he gazed down at his pet, who unabashedly looked back at him with a feline gaze of the most tropical blue. Its eyes always fascinated him. There were flecks of deep navy scattered within an iris of cerulean, a color that was several shades lighter than the boy’s own oceanic blue.

A deep vibration undulated from the warm creature in his arms; a purr to express that it was also content with the moment that they were sharing. Sora smiled with delight and used his thumb to stroke one of his pet’s rabbit-like hind feet. “You’ve never purred for me before. I guess you must like me.” Its little feet kicked out from being tickled, making him chuckle. “I think I like you too.”

Sora stayed up as long as he could to wait for his mother to come home, but in the end he fell asleep on the couch with Spike’s fuzzy body rumbling beneath his chin. The next morning, he woke up with yellow fur all over his shirt. His pet was gone, probably off to scratch away at the fort that had been built for it. Sleepily, Sora stood up and wandered to his messy room, deciding that finishing his sleep on the bed would feel more comfortable than staying on the couch. However, his cat had already beat him to it; when he opened the door he found the feline already hogging his pillow.

Frowning lazily, Sora looked to the calendar that was tacked over his desk, preparing to count the remaining days of summer like he did every morning. What he saw made his mouth drop open. Someone had taken a bright red marker and wrote a message over the entire month of August. In large, capitalized letters, the following words were scrawled:

  Fuck Spike, call me Dyne!!!!

Sora stared at the graffiti in shock, and then turned the same look to his furry companion. His pet was sitting calmly on the bed, licking his paws without so much as a glance in its owner’s direction. By degrees, his disbelief dissipated, and then was replaced by a roll of his eyes. “Riku. You could have just said something if you didn’t like the name,” he grumbled.

Shaking his head, Sora walked to his bed and crawled up beside Spike. Then a thought occurred to him, one that made him wrinkle his nose as he gave his feline friend a suspicious look. “Don’t you ever use the bathroom?”

Come to think of it, ever since Spike became capable of walking around again, there had been no presents left for Sora to clean after. He wondered what secret corner of the house was being used as a toilet. Oh well, he supposed the mystery would start smelling sooner or later. Hopefully he would be able to catch it before his mom could find it.

Surprisingly, the cat had rumbled an innocent “rrro” to his question.

To be continued.
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