A/N: I am so sick of this story by now. Part of me wishes I'd just left it alone. Oh well. Here's part two. I never could get it to flow quite right, but I've decided I dont' care. I don't plan on continueing this, or even revising it. It's driven me crazy, and I'm sick of thinking about it.
Still, I'm very thankful for all the suggestions I got, and all the help. Without the aid of my dear reviewers I'd never have gotten this far.
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Insert Pet Name Here
"Sora, how could you forget something like that?!" Sora sighed. Great, everyone, including his mother, had remembered (and understood the importance of) his three-month anniversary with Kairi.
"Oh, Mom, not you too!" Sora groaned, as his mother started rushing around the living room, pulling out old photo albums, apparently searching for one in particular. She was telling him something, but Sora was busy ignoring her as she was busy talking to him.
"Found it!" She emerged from a cabinet with a musty old photo album.
"Found what?" Sora asked, disinterested, rubbing his temples.
"This album's got pictures we took back when your father and I were still dating…"
"Oh, geez…" Sora rolled his eyes and tried to flee before he got roped into hearing his mother's stories of her younger years.
"No, no, no, Sora…" She grabbed his arm and pulled him back onto the couch. "Look, here, it'll give you ideas." Sora groaned again, and sensing that defeat was inevitable, he resigned himself to a dosage of his mother's memoirs. "You know your father was such a romantic…"
"Oh, geez…" Sora attempted to leave once again, but his mother, without even looking up, grabbed his arm and dragged him back onto the sofa again. "Mom…"
"And since you're so much like him," She continued, looking through the album with eyes starry with days long past. "I think you could be just as romantic." Sora groaned and blew his bangs out of his eyes as his mother set the album on the coffee table in front of them. She pointed to a picture on the left page. It was of his parents, probably in there early twenties, sitting on what looked like the curved paopu tree. There were paper lanterns strung along the branches of the palm trees, and a candlelit dinner table in the background. "That was the night your father proposed…"
Sora rolled his eyes again, but then he started to think about the picture. A lantern lit dinner at the small outcrop on the play island…it did seem romantic. He could do that…
Sora grabbed the album and took off, leaving his mother sitting on the couch, wearing a knowing smile. "Thanks Mom!"
Sora hummed a little tune to himself as he hung round paper lanterns from the palm trees surrounding the little islet. He'd spent the better part of the day re-creating the scene from the picture his mother had shown him. Surveying his work, he smiled, and whipped out his cell phone to call Kairi.
He'd yet to actually tell her of his plans for that evening, you see.
"Kairi? Hey, look, I've got a great idea for tonight-"
"Sora, look, about that-"
"I'm not going to tell you what it is-"
"Sora, really, hang on-"
"-because I want it to be a surprise-"
"-Just come to the island tonight, around eight o'clock-"
"-and you'll see-"
"SORA!" Sora trailed off and allowed his girlfriend a chance to speak. "Sora, I'm sick."
Sora's heart plummeted into his stomach. "What?"
"I'm sick. I think it's a cold. But whatever it is…I think I'm going to have to cancel for tonight…sorry."
Sora sighed. "Oh, um, o-okay."
"Well, I'll see you soon. Bye."
"Yeah…see ya." Beep.
Sora put away his phone and looked with sad eyes at the now-useless set up he had created for their date. But just as he started to clean up, he was struck with an idea.
Kairi rolled over and buried herself deeper into her blankets. Her fever must be rising, she reasoned, she was getting chills. "Hey, Kairi." Her pale face emerged from the comforter, and she gave him a weak smile.
"I brought you some soup." Sora held up the bowl of steamy broth his mother had made for Kairi. He'd wanted to make Kairi some soup himself, but his attempts at cooking had always been utterly pitiful.
Sora pulled up a chair to Kairi's bedside and, despite Kairi's adamant protests, began spooning chicken noodle soup down her sore throat.
"Sora, you don't have to-" She began, but Sora simply shoved another spoonful of soup into her mouth.
"Shh, just shut up and eat your soup, darling." And there it was. He noticed she…reacted, to the pet name. He couldn't tell if it was a good reaction, or a bad reaction, but it was a reaction nonetheless. She noticed that he'd called her something out of the ordinary. But she didn't say anything, which Sora took to be a good sign.
"I can feed myself, you know." She complained, pushing the spoon away.
"I know, I know," Sora told her, smiling sympathetically. "But I didn't get to take you on a romantic date, so the least you could do is let me take care of you, love." And there it was again; she reacted to the title of 'love' the same as she did to 'darling'. But once again, Sora couldn't tell if it was a good reaction or a bad reaction, and once again, Kairi didn't say anything, so neither did he.
"Sure," she said slowly.
"So, once you get better, whaddya say we try again on this great date I had planned, eh pet?" Sora grinned at her.
Kairi pursed her lips, but didn't reply for a moment. Finally, "Sora, what the heck?"
Sora opted to play dumb. "What are you talking about?"
" 'Darling'?" Kairi quoted, a questioning tone to her inquiry.
Playing dumb wasn't going to work. Sora sighed. "Riku said guys are 'spose to have pet names for their girlfriends."
To his surprise, Kairi laughed. "Since when does Riku know anything about having a girlfriend?" Sora felt his spirits lifted at her words. His own reminders to himself were nowhere near as effective as hers. Kairi wasn't just any girl; and he couldn't expect his relationship with her to be like one with just any girl. "Stop trying too hard, darling."
And laced within her teasing was the lesson he was finding it hardest to learn. It was when he started trying so hard to please her that he found himself tripping over his own two feet. It was when he just went with the flow that things worked out best.
So perhaps their three-month anniversary hadn't culminated in a romantic paper-lantern-lit dinner on the island, but that would have been conventional. And since when had anything for them been conventional?
So maybe he didn't have a pet name for his girlfriend, and maybe he spent their three-month anniversary at a sick bed spooning chicken broth into his sick girlfriend's mouth. It was perfectly characteristic of their crazy lives.
And Sora wouldn't have it any other way.
A/N: Blegh. I'm still sick. But I've finally finished this! YAY!