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Much Ado About Love

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Characters: Sora, Anna

Requested By: cornholio4 (FanFiction)

With a small sigh of exertion, Sora paused a moment to plop down on his behind and sit back against the brick wall of one of the many buildings lining the circular fountain courtyard where Arendelle’s princesses and citizens were now celebrating the return of the country’s usual warm climate. Compared to the bitter, biting freeze of the winter that had been borne of Elsa’s tumultuous emotional experience, the summery warm air only stifled by the occasional light breeze wrapped around Sora like a welcoming embrace, and he enjoyed it so much more. The bricks were already soaking up the sunlight to pulse with a light heat that spread across the surface of his back, and he closed his eyes in contentment to simply enjoy the fuzzy feeling it spread through his tired muscles. Sora was by no means out of shape (as a Hero of Light, he simply could not be) but climbing a mountain not once but three times then kicking the crap out of a big, giant Heartless was liable to give anyone leg cramps. With a small sigh, he rubbed at his calves in the hopes that it would dissipate the cull ache in his lower leg muscles. He looked up when a shadow fell over him, expecting it to be one of his companions insisting he get a move on to the next world, only to find Anna’s charming smile and glittering blue eyes greeting him instead of Donald’s impatient scowl or Goofy’s nonchalant grin.

“Taking a breather?”

“Yeah. Heroes get tired too, believe it or not,” he chuckled up at her. Anna giggled lightly, holding a hand to her prim little mouth. Sora smiled slightly as he absently thought that she looked very cute when she laughed, the way her eyes scrunched up at the corners and her cheeks took on a rosy tint. Continuing to smile at him, she leaned up against the wall beside him and then slipped down to where she was primly sitting with her legs crossed at the ankles in front of her and her hands resting on her lap.

“So do princesses!” she laughed. Sora grinned and began laughing with her, and they chuckled for a good minute over it before their giggles died down. Sora looked at her watching her sister revel with all the townsfolk. It was amazing to watch, considering the picture that had been painted for him earlier implied that the townspeople were ready to chase Elsa down with pitchforks. It was amazing what truth, and forgiveness, could really do. As he thought about the dramatic showdown with Hans on the frozen bay, he suddenly recalled something he had been meaning to tell the princess sitting beside him.

“Oh, Anna… I’m sorry that things turned out the way they did with Hans. I know you really liked him.” Just thinking about it burned him up inside. How dare he pretend to be a good guy and lead Anna along just to attempt to steal Elsa’s throne? Not to mention that he was perfectly willing to leave Anna to die in a painful and agonizing way and kill Elsa in cold blood. Evil people were enough, but evil people who were conniving and put up a false, innocent persona? Those bothered Sora more than anything, because people like Anna always got their hearts broken in betrayal that way. He curled his gloved hands into fists as rage pumped adrenaline into his veins. “Man, if I ever got my hands on that guy…” he grumbled under his breath.

“Thanks, Sora. You’re sweet.” Her caring voice instantly dissolved any sort of ill will in his body and he looked at her with wide eyes. She sighed slightly and looked out at the fountain, where sparkling water was streaming up to catch the sunlight spilling down from the clear blue sky. “I thought I was in love with Hans. I realize now that Elsa was right… I think I was just lonely and desperately looking for someone who would notice me and give me attention,” she admitted with an uncomfortable look. “Love is a much, much stronger emotion than just simple attraction.” The smile returned to her face as her eyes drifted from the arcing water to her sister, who was merrily dancing with Olaf while an amused Donald and Goofy watched. Kristoff was too busy trying to prevent Sven from stealing a vegetable cart vendor’s carrots. “I know that now.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right. To be honest, I don’t know much about the ‘love’ thing,” Sora frowned while scratching at the side of his face with his index finger. Sure, he knew plenty about platonic love- he cared a whole lot about his friends, that was for sure, and he cared about all the people he had met on his great journey through so many worlds, and he even cared about those he had never met but where connected to his heart all the same. Still, even seeing the many displays of romantic love throughout his quest to quell the darkness and save the people who had been lost because of Xehanort- well, he really hadn’t the faintest clue about it.

“Really?” Anna mused. The look she gave him just them unsettled him in a frightful yet oddly stimulating way; she looked almost daring with the way her eyes were shining, and something on the border of triumph danced in her curling smirk. “I would’ve thought a hero like you would have someone in mind.” Sora’s mind instantly flew to Kairi. Sure, he loved her, but he wasn’t sure it was in that sense. He loved Riku just as much. He never really thought about holding her hand or just being alone without Riku there or, holy crap, kissing her. Nope, it weirded him out just thinking about it. Kairi was just… Kairi to him, plain and simple.

“Yeah, nope. Nothing of the kind,” he frowned and plucked at his spiky strands of chestnut hair. Suddenly he couldn’t bear to look at her; even though he wasn’t, he could feel her eyes searching his face, those wintery blue eyes like clear ice boring into him as if it were stripping him down to his very essence… “Wh-what about you?” he stammered suddenly, trying to derail the conversation. “You and Kristoff seem… chummy.”

“Me and Kristoff?” Anna snickered and a hand flew to her chest. Sora’s eyes followed the motion and he noticed that her nails were nicely manicured. Probably par for the course for a princess. “Kristoff will forever have a special place in my heart for helping me the way he did. Next to Elsa, he’s definitely my best friend- but that’s where it ends.”

“Oh.” He was beginning to grow confused, because for some reason he was glad about that. Surely he couldn’t be harboring some kind of fledgling feelings for the princess, right? Sure, she was beautiful, as were many of the princesses he had met, with a warm, welcoming smile and brilliant eyes like crystalline ice formations and luscious auburn-brown hair that kind of called to him to reach out and run his fingers through… And the idea of her being with anyone else, Kristoff or otherwise, kind of made him sad. He had already made up his mind that he would definitely be back to visit Arendelle after settling the business with Xehanort so he could explore the kingdom with her while it wasn’t buried under a blanket of snow and ice… Walking around alone, their bodies close so that their arms just barely brushed together… He would sneakily reach out and touch her fingers and then she would grab his hand, bashfully smiling at him… Wait a minute. His face grew hotter as the blush spread back to the tops of his ears. That was certainly a fantasy he had never had before. He had never experienced love before, but he wasn’t completely stupid; that was pretty dang close, he had to reckon.

Every muscle in his body stiffened as Anna scooted a little closer to him; like he had envisioned, her shoulder brushed against the muscle of his upper arm, and even though there was the barrier of sleeves, his nerves still sung in a high-pitched squeal, sending shockwaves down to the tips of his fingers and up his neck.

“You’re blushing, Sora.” The teasing in her voice just made him flush even further.

“N-no I’m not! It’s just hot! I got so used to it being cold that now I’m hot!” he cried in a futile attempt to dissuade her from the frankly obvious. Pursing his lips in a pout, he turned his head opposite her, chin upturned in a dully childish display of being caught red-handed. Really, he had just met her, and now he had a schoolboy crush. Wasn’t that the exact opposite of what they had been talking about? As if drawn by a magnet, his eyes rolled in his sockets to peer at her out of the corners; she had her head tilted at a downward angle as those crystal-blue eyes stared knowingly at him from beneath the shade of her thick black lashes, and that same sweet yet challenging smile was gracing her lips. Sora’s nose twitched as his heart clenched in his chest. She really was positively adorable and pretty…

Yep. Crush confirmed.

“Anna,” he started, but then stopped, because he really wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. Guess he also wasn’t the smoothest person in the worlds when it came to love.

“Hey. You’ll come back and see me, right?” she interrupted when it was clear his words where going nowhere. Shocked, his head snapped around to look at her fully. The smile had fallen from her face as it took on a solemn, serious expression. “I know that you have important things you have to do that’ll take you far from here… But whenever that’s done, I would really like it if I can show you Arendelle properly.” Sora gulped and tugged at the neck of his shirt as his body temperature amped up a couple notches. “Heroes have free time, too, right?” she said as that smile appeared on her face once more. It was infectious, because it wormed its way onto his features, too.

“Of course. It’s a promise,” he assured her with an emphatic nod. Anna grinned brightly and straightened up, clearly pleased. He fully expected her to jump up and rejoin the festivities (and let his crush stay buried, hopefully) but she instead did something he never would’ve been expecting in a thousand years- she leaned forward to peck a little kiss onto his cheek. Sora instantly blazed the crimson red of Lea’s hair and heated up to the point Little Chef could’ve fried an egg on his head, no problem. Leaving him to short-circuit like a toaster in a bathtub, Anna then hopped up with a giggled see you soon! to join the others, who were none the wiser of the very blatantly flirtatious thing that had just occurred. Head following her skipping run as she left, he raised a hand to the cheek where the ghost of her lips still danced. A wan smirk appeared on his mouth.

Heh… Maybe I know a little about love after all. Surely he must; that’s what the sing-song beating of his heart and the fluttering butterflies in his stomach were telling him, anyway.

Sora was already looking forward to the return visit…

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