Hi there. Welcome to my very first KH (or any other type) fanfic. Um... hope you enjoy. This will be RikuxSora, possibly with a couple other pairings, but I'm not sure who. No Kairi bashing, sorry guys. I happen to like her.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy. Thank God.
A locked door. If there was anything to symbolize the true nature of this story, it is that.
It is also the very beginning of it all.
"Sora sweetheart? Are you up?" The sugar-coated voice of the older man slithered into the little boy's room. Looking back on it now, the words 'sickeningly sweet' come to mind, but nevertheless, the cute little brunette's aqua eyes lit up in the darkness of his bedroom.
"Yeah, Daddy! Come on in!"
Sora sat up expectantly, a bright grin splitting his face nearly in two as his father walked into his room and shut the door.
"I missed you so much, Daddy!"
"Oh, I missed you, too, Sora."
A long silence...
"SORA!"
Mm, yeah, that's right... Scream my name...
"SORA! Get up!"
I am up, can't you tell...?
"Sora, you're gonna miss the bus!"
Wait, what?
Ah, my mother's such a sweetheart when she's rushed...
"SO-RA!"
"I'm up, Mom!" I yell as crossly as I dare from under the little blanket tent I've created on my bed. Okay, if my eyes are closed when I lower the blankets, and then I very slowly open them...
I'm fucking blinded.
"Agh, goddamn it..." I groan, blinking furiously as my girlishly sensitive eyes accustom themselves to the light of my bedroom. In the process, one hand finds its way to my radio and smacks it on.
On my way home, police car pulled me over.
After they left, I puttered out of gas.
Triple A came, but my card was expired!
Fueled by the new rush of sound filling my room, I drag my lazy ass out of bed and get ready for school. I honestly have no idea why I still put myself through this kind of torture...
Had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time.
I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted!
They put cold things in my butt.
They sampled a bit of my d.n.a.
They left me on top of my sheets,
I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me.
Brush brush brush... wash the face, comb the hair... pluck the eyebrows.
Not a word.
This day sucked the hardest ever...
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.
A little bit less than nothing would go my way.
The sunrise finds me lost in the rhythm of my own footsteps. Hm, I shuffle my feet, don't I?
Eventually, the door to the sprawling highschool that I attend finds me, and hopefully I seem a bit more awake by now, or Leon'll have a field day with me... Gotta love sarcasm first thing in the morning...
Now don't get me wrong - I love Leon like a brother. I've known the tall, dark, and handsome brunette all my life. I love all my friends. But they're only human, just like me, and just like me, they irritate me sometimes.
And after all, love means never holding back.
"So-raaa," comes the cheerful call of one of those people I love so dearly. Such a call at such an hour should really cause a minor aneurism, considering my current state, but it's more like the loveliest music I could imagine.
The soft feel of a hand on my shoulder pulls my head up, and my lips figure out how to smile for the first time that morning as I catch sight of my lovely, radiant, sweet as all hell best friend.
"Mornin', Kairi."
Like I said already, Kairi is absolutely gorgeous, and I have no problem telling her so. Her red hair hangs over her shoulders onto the blue and white polka dot dress she's wearing, and her eyes themselves seem to smile. How she does it first thing in the morning, I'll never know. She links arms with me and we start toward out shared first period that way.
"Hey Sora. How was your appointment last night?" Her voice drops to a confidential level with the last part, since I don't really like people to know about that part of my life. Which part, you ask? Well, how 'bout we save that for another time, hm?
I shrug a little as my only response, but just as I knew she would, Kairi doesn't let me get away with it that easy. "Sora..." she starts, her voice somehow pleading and annoyed at the same time.
"Alright, alright," I sigh, caving easily under the weight of one of the famous Kairi guilt trips. "Things are normal, for the most part. There's a spot on my hip they're keeping an eye on..."
Our words are quieted as we take our seats in homeroom, where the penalty for talking is a long, slow death. Dr. Rasmussen takes attendance, and Kairi takes advantage of his short attention span to pass me a note.
hey, seen the cutie that just moved in next to you?
I glance over to her with a raised eyebrow, then move a little down the page and scrawl back:
nope. didn't know the new neighbors moved in already. nice people?
I push it back over to her, covering our writing with my hand, because I know without looking that the kid behind me - Ethan something or other - is trying to read it. I catch a roll of Kairi's big violet eyes as she reads my note, then writes back and shoves it over.
forget about that. the guy's gorgeous. I went over yesterday to say hi. his room's right across the little divider thingie from yoooouuuurs...
I can actually hear her voice in my head as I read that. I've always loved that about Kairi - she writes just like she speaks. Me, I always sound like a cross between Shakespeare and a bad romance novel. Which is why she's on the school paper, and I'm not.
so?
I know exactly the reply I'm gonna get for something like that, but I figure I might as well try. We go through this every single fricking time...
'so'! go for it!
"I don't 'go for it', Kairi," I tell her as we step into the line for lunch. I'm not sure how many times I've said something along these lines to my persistent best friend, but I'm sure the number's up there with the number of polka dots on that dress of hers.
"Well you should, Sora. I hate to see you pass up something that might be good for you." She recites a variation of her routine response as we step up and take a tray of... whatever they're trying to poison us with today.
"I'll live," I reply flatly.
Those bright eyes of hers dull a little, and she looks at me in a way that clearly says, "No you won't." Every time...
I cave.
"Fine, Kairi. I'll give him a chance when I see him. Now can we just eat and get on with our lives?" I flash her a sweet smile, which she returns, and we head to our normal table.
As it turns out, I don't really have to worry, since I don't see even the smallest hint of this "cutie" for the rest of the day. Walking up to my house, I spot boxes being carried into my new neighbors' house by sweaty, disgruntled-looking men in blue uniforms. I don't suppose one could blame me for steering clear for the moment.
When I step into my house, though, the lighthearted sound of female laughter greets me, which would normally grit my teeth for me, but I'm in a good mood today. So instead of running to take cover in my bedroom, I decide to investigate. My mother and a woman with platinum blonde hair and a pleasant smile, as I find, are sitting in the sunroom - yes, sunroom - drinking tea and laughing as if they've known each other since they were girls.
I hover in the doorway right between making an entrance and watching from a safe distance, but my mother spots me right away.
"Oh, Sora, I'm glad you're home. This is Mrs. Tanaka - our new neighbor."
The blonde woman - Mrs. Tanaka - turns to me and smiles as if she's really happy to see me. "Hello, Sora. It's so nice to meet you. Your mother has told me so many wonderful things."
I can't help but smile, though mine is more amused than polite, as I know what kind of 'wonderful things' my mother has been telling her. "Oh yeah? Well I'd love to sit and hear all about myself, but I've got a lot of homework. So if you'll excuse me..." I bow politely.
Mrs. Tanaka catches me on my way out. "Oh, Sora!" I freeze. "I don't suppose you saw my son outside? I told him to come over here, but he never does listen to me." A shake of my head. "Oh well, I suppose you'll meet him soon enough."
And exactly how soon is 'soon enough'?
Okay, so my very first chapter of my very first fanfic! Please, please review, and don't be afraid to tell me what I should do different. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
See ya next time.