“Riku I don’t want to go out like this.” Sora protested pulling awkwardly at the black frilly skirt he wore. He felt completely uncomfortable in the skirt and it didn’t help that the black top he wore was so tight and only reached above his navel. Sora felt so completely exposed and he was not going anywhere dressed like a girl.

Crossing his arms Sora tried his best not to pout. He looked at Riku giving him his best scowl and defiant look, which he had copied from Leon, he just hoped it had, even remotely, the same effect.

“Sora.” Riku began trying to sound convincing. “We need to blend into the worlds we visit, remember no meddling more than we have to.” Riku finished hoping Sroa would buy his excuse when in fact all he wanted was to see Sora dressed like that.

With what he hoped was a pleading look Riku smiled at Sora, trying not to stare at his legs or his exposed abdomen. Or his pouty lips or his…

“I still don’t see what that has to do with me dressing up in girl’s Goth clothes?” Sora rebutted not convinced at all by Riku’s statement.

“Why can’t I wear a disguise like yours?” Sora asked pointing to Riku’s simple black pants and long-sleeved black shirt.

“Sora I, well you see” Riku stop sighed. “You look good like that!” And quickly added. “ Just for me?”

Sora narrowed his eyes and placed his hands on hips and stopped when he realized the pose was really girly. He crossed his arms again. “No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Pretty, please.”

“Nah-uh.”

“Pretty please with sugar on top?”

“Nev-er. And it its with a cherry on top not sugar.”

“Okay. Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

“Riku. What part of no do you not understand?”

Riku looked thoughtful as if seriously considering the question. Sora gaped at him in disbelief.

“The n and the o part” Riku answered with a smile.

Sora began to respond but closed his mouth he smirked and walked closer to Riku. “Fine let me put it in simpler terms. Riku, I’m afraid to inform you that I feel rather disinclined to acquiesce to your request.”

Riku’s smile quickly faded as a frown appeared on his face. Those words sounded so familiar, and then he remembered. Sora however took his silence for confusion.

“It means no!” Sora said throwing his arms in the air.

Mentally shaking his head Riku made a note to keep Sora away form Elizabeth should they visit Port Royal again.

“Fine.” Riku finally said. “You can change.”

And to Sora’s horror the smile crept back in to Riku’s lips as he began walking towards him like a predator eyeing his pray. Sora gulped, loudly.

“But first we have to get you out of those clothes.” Sora’s eyes went wide and Riku’s smile could not be more suggestive if he tried.

“Riku you pervert!. You did all this on purpose, just to get me to take my clothes off.” Sora said sounding indignant or at least pretending and trying very hard to pretend he wasn’t enjoying their little squabble. Sora bit back a smile and managed to glare, if albeit half heartedly, at Riku.

“Is that a problem?” Riku asked sounding innocently perplexed. As if seeing Sora naked was an everyday occurrence, which wasn’t. Yet.

Riku closed the distance between him and Sora by taking a hold of Sora’s small waist and pulling him close. Sora didn’t fight him and proceeded to wrap his own arms around Riku’s neck.

“No.” Sora finally answered in a breathy whisper.

Riku smiled and, with his hands behind Sora's back, he slowly lowered the zipper of Sora’s skirt down. “Good.”

The only noises that followed were giggles, gasps and the rustling of clothing being removed.