I still do not own it! Are you trying to make me cry?!

I'm running out of intros!

Stuffed Love

By: KitsuneArasi

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"Ouch! Selphie, what do you think you're doing?!"

"Spring cleaning, duh! Here- catch!"

"Catch wh-MMPH!"

And thus poor, innocent Sora Kotomi was crushed by a rather large stuffed dog.

"Oh, come on bro! You tellin' me, you da keyblade masta 'n alla dat, an' Tidus got you beat at catchin' Selphie's missiles?" called Wakka from the open window.

That was where the others were now. Standing outside the window, where it was safe.

They had heard the crashes, thuds, and thumps coming from Selphie's house and had drawn straws to see who would investigate what havoc had occured in the Tilmett house today.

Guess who drew the shortest straw?

Anyone who actually had to guess is worse off than a Dodo in a group of hungry sailors with clubs.

Well anyway, there Sora was, unwittingly volunteered to be Selphie's new Spring Cleaning helper--in mid-summer--and lying underneath Mr. Huffledoozer, the gigantic stuffed dog that Tidus-the sadist- had gotten Selphie for their last anniversary.

And from the sound of the jeers coming from Tidus, Wakka, and Kairi (the non-short straw drawers), his masculinity was in question as well.

In fact, the NSSD (Ha! Look! An acronym!) were so busy calling poor Sora's masculinity into question that they did not notice the silver-haired boy passing by, stopping, making a face, backtracking to glance through the window, and walking straight up to Selphie's front door.

They did notice ,of course, when Riku cleared his throat from his position at the door, arms crossed over his chest.

"Yaaaay, Riku! You're just in time to help me clean! Sora's not helping me at all." Selphie pouted.

Of course she wasn't expecting what happened next. No one expected what happened next. In fact, Riku's parents probably would have fainted-well, would have fainted, and her husband would have caught her, slightly paler than usual, but still upright and fanning his wife- at what their son did next.

Riku stalked straight over to Mr.Huffledoozer's latest victim, wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's waist, and hauled him up into a tight embrace as if he were a teddy bear.

Jaws dropped and females 'squee'd as Riku Rurihara made a face dangerously close to a pout, and barked a babyish 'Mine!' before running off with his spiky-haired boyfriend.

(La Fin)

I actually own a stuffed dog similar to Mr. Huffledoozer. Her name's Inuki. Creative, non?