Chapter One
^^;;; Hiya! Since I'm on a major writer's block with my Howl of the Wolf fic, I decided to publish this one. I wrote it last year, but have kept it locked away in my chest of drawers for it to gather dust and be nibbled on by my guinea pigs when they get loose. Actually, I never finished it, but it's a simple story (though not very short) , and extremely pointless. It's just another fic about Riku and Sora and how they come to be together. Just that, and nothing more. So, if ya wanna back out, DO IT!
Taikuru: Shouldn't you be typing that essay for Literature?
.O; ...no.
Taikuru: But--
; NO!!! ^^ Time to start!!
Disclaimer: Mwahaha! I don't own Kingdom Hearts yet, but I will!!! O_O; ::sees the hit men wearing Mickey Mouse ears outside her window:: O.o; Nevermind.
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"Come on!" Sora's young voice rang out as he swung his toy sword at Riku, who nimbly dodged.
"Heh, you still don't got it," the older boy said calmly, holding up his sword as a kind of shield, preventing Sora from getting to him.
"Don't got WHAT?" the brown-haired boy asked as he tried to hit Riku, determination written all over his face.
"THIS!" his friend slammed the wooden sword down hard, hitting Sora on the shoulder. The younger boy groaned and backs away. But, refusing to give up, he continued his attacks.
The sounds of the play-fight echoed throughout the island. The two friends hit and dodged, ran and jumped, practicing the graceful dance-like art of sword fighting.
Sora hit his friend in the side with the sword, resulting in Riku back- flipping onto the ground and curling up like a snake ready to strike. Sora saw what was coming and turned on heel, trying desperately to get away. But it was too late. Riku's feet came plowing into Sora's back.
With a groan of disappointment, Sora fell to the ground. Riku stood over him, a faint smile on his lips.
"Maaaan....what's the score now, Riku?" Sora asked, holding out his hand. Riku took it and helped his friend up.
"I dunno, I lost count," the silver-haired boy's smooth voice replied.
"Aw...oh well," Sora brushed sand off his clothes. Riku made his way back to the paopu tree and sat on it. Sora jumped up and sat next to him. He looked at his friend. Riku's eyes, those brilliant shades of turquise, gazed out at the ocean. "Whatcha thinking about, Riku?"
"Mm. Nothing," he answered. Sora grinned.
"Aww, c'mon, I know you're thinking about SOMETHING!" the younger boy said cheerfully. Riku smiled.
"Maybe. But that doesn't mean I have to tell you about it," he answered. Sora stuck out his lower lip in an adorable pout.
"Aw, Riku! Puh-leeeease?!" he asked. Riku didn't avert his intense gaze, however he saw Sora pouting out of the corner of his eye. He secretly loved that little pout. Everything Sora did was so...cute. Especially that pout. But, of course, Riku couldn't let his friend know that. Nor anyone else. He was so confused, but didn't dare show it. He liked spending time with Sora...no, he loved it. He loved everything Sora did...well...maybe not EVERYTHING.
"So where's Kairi?" Sora had given up on asking about Riku's thoughts and moved to a new topic. Riku scowled. Kairi always had to be brought up.
"She went home, obviously. Everyone else has," he answered. Sora nodded.
"Guess so, it is getting kinda late," he turned to look at the setting sun. Clouds, like floating tiger stripes, faded away as the receding star brushed them with colors of red, pink, and purple. "Think we should go home too?"
"After the sun sets," Riku responded. Sora smiled. He wanted to watch the sunset too. "Hey Sora, you know what this is?" Riku handed Sora a rather large, star-shaped fruit.
"Yeah...a paopu fruit!" Sora said happily, glad he could show Riku that he knew something. Riku loved to tease Sora if the younger boy didn't have a clue about anything, which was the case most of the time. Riku laughed noting the proud tone in Sora's voice.
"Exactly. Do you know the legend behind it?" the older boy looked at his friend. Sora's face fell as he readied himself for Riku's teasing.
"No..." he said. Riku just looked back at the setting sun. Sora blinked. Why wasn't Riku making fun of him? "Well? What's the legend?"
"When two people share a paopu fruit, it is said that their destinies become intertwined. They remain a part of each other's lives, no matter what happens. But I don't expect you to remember that legend," the silver- haired boy chuckled. Sora didn't have the best memory around.
Sora crossed his arms and pouted again. But he was thinking; why had Riku told him that? Was the boy giving him some kind of hint? No, of course not! Sora shook that idea out of his head. Riku wasn't giving him any type of hint...at least not the kind he wanted. Riku was probably just implying that he was going to try and share a paopu with Kairi. That made Sora sad. Not that he cared that much for Kairi...he cared for--
"Sora, we'd beter go," Riku snapped Sora out of his reverie.
"Huh? Why?" he asked. Riku pointed at the sky. The last few glimmers of sunlight highlighted huge, dark clouds approaching.
"We don't want to get caught up in a storm," Riku said. Sora nodded. They jumped off the paopu tree and ran across the pier, through the shack and to the dock.
"Think we'll make it in time?" Sora asked as he and Riku untied their boats. Riku glanced at the clouds; they were moving very quickly.
"If we hurry," he took the rope from his boat and tied it to Sora's. "Here, this way we won't get separated."
"Okay. Let's go!" Sora hopped into his boat as Riku stepped into his own. They picked up their oars and started paddling as fast as they could. Riku held back a bit, allowing the younger boy to keep pace with him.
They were halfway to the main island when the storm hit. Rain lashed relentlessly down on them, thunder boomed, lightning flashed, and the two small boats heaved up and down in the angry waves. Sora was scared, but only a little. He had been caught in storms before. Actually, the feeling he had right now was admiration. Admiration for Riku. 'He was smart...tying up our boats like that...' Sora thought. The boy smiled. Maybe Riku could use a little bit of praise. Sora looked at his friend, ready to launch a compliment.
"Riku, you--" he stopped immediately when he saw Riku's expression. The older boy was pale, grim-faced and determined-looking. His eyes shown like flashlights, luminous through the darkness, a reflection of the stormy sea around them. Riku's silvery hair whipped around his face and blew in odd directions as the wind continued its assault.
Was something wrong? Sora could see the worry in Riku's eyes. Suddenly, Sora noticed why Riku seemed troubled. A huge wave swept toward them, a towering menace. Sora gasped as it pounded down.
Water filled the young boy's mouth, stung his eyes and made his lungs scream for air. He didn't know which was was up or down. Terrified, he thrashed around, hoping for a miracle. He felt the fragments of the boats, obviously smashed, scrape his arms. Sora's dark blue eyes started to close in defeat. He wondered where Riku was, if Riku was okay. Just then, two strong arms wrapped around Sora's waist. Sora smiled as the last breath he had bubbled up from his mouth.
Riku felt Sora go limp in his arms as he pulled his friend to the surface, making sure Sora's face was above the water so Sora could breathe. He held the younger boy close to him. His number one priority right now, or ever, was to protect Sora.
Riku winced as he kicked his legs to stay afloat. When the wave had hit them, one of the boats had slammed into his left leg. He didn't know how bad the wound was, but he really didn't care. All he cared about was getting Sora to safety.
With his friend in his arms, Riku propelled himself through the raging waters. The pain in his left leg was intense, and the effort tiring. The cold water form the rain and ocean chilled him to the bone, and he didn't even know where to go. No island was in view. Riku desperately tried to get himself and his unconscious friend to safety, but his boyd was being assaulted by tiredness, pain, and the forces of nature. Finally, he passed out, his grip on Sora slowly loosening. The two unconscious boys were tossed about, the cruel storm showing no sign of letting them live.
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Ooh, drama! Actually, the story won't really be like this. From here on out, it's pure fluff...well, with maybe a touch of angst. I know, I know, the writing's horrible, but I'm too tired to fix it. Oh, and flames will be accepted this time. I got a rather nice one a while back comparing me to a naked mole rat. Naked mole rats are cool. ^-^
^^;;; Hiya! Since I'm on a major writer's block with my Howl of the Wolf fic, I decided to publish this one. I wrote it last year, but have kept it locked away in my chest of drawers for it to gather dust and be nibbled on by my guinea pigs when they get loose. Actually, I never finished it, but it's a simple story (though not very short) , and extremely pointless. It's just another fic about Riku and Sora and how they come to be together. Just that, and nothing more. So, if ya wanna back out, DO IT!
Taikuru: Shouldn't you be typing that essay for Literature?
.O; ...no.
Taikuru: But--
; NO!!! ^^ Time to start!!
Disclaimer: Mwahaha! I don't own Kingdom Hearts yet, but I will!!! O_O; ::sees the hit men wearing Mickey Mouse ears outside her window:: O.o; Nevermind.
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"Come on!" Sora's young voice rang out as he swung his toy sword at Riku, who nimbly dodged.
"Heh, you still don't got it," the older boy said calmly, holding up his sword as a kind of shield, preventing Sora from getting to him.
"Don't got WHAT?" the brown-haired boy asked as he tried to hit Riku, determination written all over his face.
"THIS!" his friend slammed the wooden sword down hard, hitting Sora on the shoulder. The younger boy groaned and backs away. But, refusing to give up, he continued his attacks.
The sounds of the play-fight echoed throughout the island. The two friends hit and dodged, ran and jumped, practicing the graceful dance-like art of sword fighting.
Sora hit his friend in the side with the sword, resulting in Riku back- flipping onto the ground and curling up like a snake ready to strike. Sora saw what was coming and turned on heel, trying desperately to get away. But it was too late. Riku's feet came plowing into Sora's back.
With a groan of disappointment, Sora fell to the ground. Riku stood over him, a faint smile on his lips.
"Maaaan....what's the score now, Riku?" Sora asked, holding out his hand. Riku took it and helped his friend up.
"I dunno, I lost count," the silver-haired boy's smooth voice replied.
"Aw...oh well," Sora brushed sand off his clothes. Riku made his way back to the paopu tree and sat on it. Sora jumped up and sat next to him. He looked at his friend. Riku's eyes, those brilliant shades of turquise, gazed out at the ocean. "Whatcha thinking about, Riku?"
"Mm. Nothing," he answered. Sora grinned.
"Aww, c'mon, I know you're thinking about SOMETHING!" the younger boy said cheerfully. Riku smiled.
"Maybe. But that doesn't mean I have to tell you about it," he answered. Sora stuck out his lower lip in an adorable pout.
"Aw, Riku! Puh-leeeease?!" he asked. Riku didn't avert his intense gaze, however he saw Sora pouting out of the corner of his eye. He secretly loved that little pout. Everything Sora did was so...cute. Especially that pout. But, of course, Riku couldn't let his friend know that. Nor anyone else. He was so confused, but didn't dare show it. He liked spending time with Sora...no, he loved it. He loved everything Sora did...well...maybe not EVERYTHING.
"So where's Kairi?" Sora had given up on asking about Riku's thoughts and moved to a new topic. Riku scowled. Kairi always had to be brought up.
"She went home, obviously. Everyone else has," he answered. Sora nodded.
"Guess so, it is getting kinda late," he turned to look at the setting sun. Clouds, like floating tiger stripes, faded away as the receding star brushed them with colors of red, pink, and purple. "Think we should go home too?"
"After the sun sets," Riku responded. Sora smiled. He wanted to watch the sunset too. "Hey Sora, you know what this is?" Riku handed Sora a rather large, star-shaped fruit.
"Yeah...a paopu fruit!" Sora said happily, glad he could show Riku that he knew something. Riku loved to tease Sora if the younger boy didn't have a clue about anything, which was the case most of the time. Riku laughed noting the proud tone in Sora's voice.
"Exactly. Do you know the legend behind it?" the older boy looked at his friend. Sora's face fell as he readied himself for Riku's teasing.
"No..." he said. Riku just looked back at the setting sun. Sora blinked. Why wasn't Riku making fun of him? "Well? What's the legend?"
"When two people share a paopu fruit, it is said that their destinies become intertwined. They remain a part of each other's lives, no matter what happens. But I don't expect you to remember that legend," the silver- haired boy chuckled. Sora didn't have the best memory around.
Sora crossed his arms and pouted again. But he was thinking; why had Riku told him that? Was the boy giving him some kind of hint? No, of course not! Sora shook that idea out of his head. Riku wasn't giving him any type of hint...at least not the kind he wanted. Riku was probably just implying that he was going to try and share a paopu with Kairi. That made Sora sad. Not that he cared that much for Kairi...he cared for--
"Sora, we'd beter go," Riku snapped Sora out of his reverie.
"Huh? Why?" he asked. Riku pointed at the sky. The last few glimmers of sunlight highlighted huge, dark clouds approaching.
"We don't want to get caught up in a storm," Riku said. Sora nodded. They jumped off the paopu tree and ran across the pier, through the shack and to the dock.
"Think we'll make it in time?" Sora asked as he and Riku untied their boats. Riku glanced at the clouds; they were moving very quickly.
"If we hurry," he took the rope from his boat and tied it to Sora's. "Here, this way we won't get separated."
"Okay. Let's go!" Sora hopped into his boat as Riku stepped into his own. They picked up their oars and started paddling as fast as they could. Riku held back a bit, allowing the younger boy to keep pace with him.
They were halfway to the main island when the storm hit. Rain lashed relentlessly down on them, thunder boomed, lightning flashed, and the two small boats heaved up and down in the angry waves. Sora was scared, but only a little. He had been caught in storms before. Actually, the feeling he had right now was admiration. Admiration for Riku. 'He was smart...tying up our boats like that...' Sora thought. The boy smiled. Maybe Riku could use a little bit of praise. Sora looked at his friend, ready to launch a compliment.
"Riku, you--" he stopped immediately when he saw Riku's expression. The older boy was pale, grim-faced and determined-looking. His eyes shown like flashlights, luminous through the darkness, a reflection of the stormy sea around them. Riku's silvery hair whipped around his face and blew in odd directions as the wind continued its assault.
Was something wrong? Sora could see the worry in Riku's eyes. Suddenly, Sora noticed why Riku seemed troubled. A huge wave swept toward them, a towering menace. Sora gasped as it pounded down.
Water filled the young boy's mouth, stung his eyes and made his lungs scream for air. He didn't know which was was up or down. Terrified, he thrashed around, hoping for a miracle. He felt the fragments of the boats, obviously smashed, scrape his arms. Sora's dark blue eyes started to close in defeat. He wondered where Riku was, if Riku was okay. Just then, two strong arms wrapped around Sora's waist. Sora smiled as the last breath he had bubbled up from his mouth.
Riku felt Sora go limp in his arms as he pulled his friend to the surface, making sure Sora's face was above the water so Sora could breathe. He held the younger boy close to him. His number one priority right now, or ever, was to protect Sora.
Riku winced as he kicked his legs to stay afloat. When the wave had hit them, one of the boats had slammed into his left leg. He didn't know how bad the wound was, but he really didn't care. All he cared about was getting Sora to safety.
With his friend in his arms, Riku propelled himself through the raging waters. The pain in his left leg was intense, and the effort tiring. The cold water form the rain and ocean chilled him to the bone, and he didn't even know where to go. No island was in view. Riku desperately tried to get himself and his unconscious friend to safety, but his boyd was being assaulted by tiredness, pain, and the forces of nature. Finally, he passed out, his grip on Sora slowly loosening. The two unconscious boys were tossed about, the cruel storm showing no sign of letting them live.
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Ooh, drama! Actually, the story won't really be like this. From here on out, it's pure fluff...well, with maybe a touch of angst. I know, I know, the writing's horrible, but I'm too tired to fix it. Oh, and flames will be accepted this time. I got a rather nice one a while back comparing me to a naked mole rat. Naked mole rats are cool. ^-^