Wish

Disclaimer: Don't own KH! I own this plot though, I MOWN IT!! Get it, like a lawn mower? Yeah…that's me trying to make a joke and failing.

Jessie: That was a joke? I mean, it was a very funny joke!

Joh: ….

Jessie: See? look at me laughing. Ha. Ha. Ha ha…

Joh: I'm covered in failure!! -cries-

Warnings: Yaoi, language, AU, angst, and stuff?

Notes: Sora is a junior in high school so he's 16 but going to turn 17 soon.

Summary: Sora wanted a nice life, a girlfriend, a dad who actually goes to his birthday parties, and good grades. And when he finds himself the master of the genie Riku, a normal life seems to be in reach. But Riku just HAD to go and fall in love with him, didn't he?

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It looked like any other discarded cigarette box. It lay there on the pavement, beaten and squished.

It was small and probably used to be white. There was nothing particularly compelling about it, nothing that would make someone want it.

Most people walked by it without even a glance, some even kicked it carelessly aside. A dog being taken on its daily walk sniffed curiously at it before shying away.

There wasn't any special reason why Sora picked it up as he past it on his walk home from school. He simply didn't like to see litter and planned on tossing it into the first trashcan he passed.

That's what he was thinking, at least, as he pocketed the empty cigarette box and continued on his way home.

Of course since Sora was like every other average high school boy he soon forgot about it, his mind preoccupied with more important things. Like his bad grades, his non-existent love life, and his load of homework that evening.

And so he continued home, hands swinging freely at his sides.

0o0

"Dinner is in the fridge." Sora read aloud the pink post it note stuck to the fridge and sighed. He could already guess what his mom had left for him to warm up. Left over chicken and rice. Again.

He dumped his bag on the kitchen counter and stomped his way into the hall and up the stairs to his room.

It wasn't his mom's fault that she couldn't join him for dinner, he reminded himself. It was hard work being a single parent.

But still, he couldn't help but feel lonely as he entered his room and flicked on the lights. He slumped down in the chair at his desk and pulled off his jacket, tossing it on the floor.

"Maybe I should just order pizza." He muttered, tilting his head back to stare up at the ceiling. "What do you think?" he turned his head to gaze at the fishbowl positioned neatly on his shelf. The two bright goldfish stared back at him with as much expression a fish could manage.

He looked away and closed his eyes, listening to the quiet groan of the pipes in the walls and the soft gurgle of bubbles from the fishbowl.

He drummed his fingers against the desk, before getting up and rummaging around in the drawers for some money for take out.

"Damn it." he grumbled after finding only a few quarters. He cast a searching look around his messy room before snatching up his discarded jacket and shaking it in hopes that a few bills would fall out. A few candy wrappers and the cigarette box he had picked up fell to the carpeted floor with a muffled thump. The cigarette box fell open, disappointingly empty.

Sora let out a long breath. He dropped his jacket and thumped out of the room downstairs in search of some change.

0o0

"Thank you." Sora called, balancing the pizza box in his arms as he shut the door with his foot. He had snuck a few dollars out of his mom's piggy bank and promised to the glass pig that he would pay her back.

He hopped his way up the stairs, stomach grumbling from the smell of the pizza wafting up through the box.

He kicked open his bedroom door, eager to eat his dinner as he finished up his homework.

At first everything looked just as he had left it.

A pile of clothes lay crumpled together in one corner of the room while other shirts and jeans were hung carelessly over his chair and bed. A few half full glasses of water lay scattered around the room growing warm from the dusty sunlight filtering in through the shades.

Bed sheets lay across the floor from having been kicked off the bed during the night. Ah yes, the bed.

Yes, Sora hadn't made his bed that morning so he wasn't very surprised to see that it was just as messy as it had been when he had last seen it. It was what was occupying the bed that made Sora drop the pizza box and stand gaping in the doorway.

A tall boy sat calmly on the edge of his bed, hands folded neatly in his lap. He had strange green eyes and silver hair that fell slightly past his shoulders. He wore a calm, confident expression, like he had every right to be there.

"Hey." The stranger greeted him, pulling a lighter out of his pocket to light the cigarette dangling from his lips.

With wide blue eyes Sora watched the plume of smoke rise to the ceiling to pool there around the light fixture. "Bur…"

The strange boy raised an eyebrow, a bemused smirk quirking his lips. "Bur?" he repeated.

"Burglar!" Sora exclaimed, thrusting out an arm to point accusingly at the stranger. "It's a burglar!" he continued, diving for his cell phone that lay quietly on his desk. He was just about to punch in the emergency numbers when a cold hand snatched his wrist suddenly.

"Calm down, I'm not a burglar. I promise." The boy assured him, carefully taking the cell phone away from him. Sora frowned, feeling panic swelling inside him, but for some reason allowed the cell to be slipped from his fingers as those eerie green eyes bore into him.

"Than what are you?" Sora asked quietly, as if in a daze. The hysteria he had felt only seconds ago was numbing. It was still there but muted, as if someone had thrown a blanket over his panic and smoothed out the wrinkles.

The strange boy smiled bitterly before sweeping into a low bow, tilting his head so that he could look up at Sora. "I'm here to grant your every wish," He whispered, a strange little smirk twitching his lips. "Master."

"Master?" Sora repeated, grinning nervously. "Is this a joke or something? Like a prank?"

The boy frowned at him, straightening. "A prank?" he asked, his brows drawing together in confusion.

"Look, I don't know who you are or how you even got in my house but..."

The silver-haired boy cut him off with a wave of his hand. "Riku."

"What?"

"My name is Riku."

Sora stared at him for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Okay, Riku, that still doesn't answer how you got into my room. And if you've stolen anything then…" he trailed off, realizing that Riku was pointing to the cigarette box that lay open in the middle of the room.

"You brought me here."

Sora turned, then jumped. Riku was standing right in front of him. How had he moved so fast? "You…what are you?" he asked, eyes glued to those strange green eyes.

"I told you already." He sighed, sounding annoyed. "I'm here to grant your wishes."

"Wishes?" Sora repeated dumbly, falling to his knees. Those slanted eyes were bearing don on him, like invisible hands were shoving him.

"Three to be exact."

The spell broke when Sora laughed suddenly. "What, like a genie?" he scoffed.

"I suppose you could call me that." Riku hummed, amusement lacing his words as he considered the title. "The Great Genie Riku." He chuckled.

"Are you serious?" Sora gaped up at him before shaking his head. "Fine, then I wish for a ps3. Right now, right here." He looked up at Riku smugly, sure that the boy couldn't possibly make that happen.

"As you wish, master." Riku said, striding over to the chair propped at his desk and taking a seat. He flicked his hand once before snatching up Sora's cell phone to go through it.

"I don't see a ps3, and don't touch my phone." Sora snapped, standing up and grabbing his cell away.

Riku pointed behind him and grinned, tilting the chair back on its hind legs. Sora frowned then spun around, and sure enough a shiny, new ps3 was looking back at him.

"Holy shit." Sora murmured, walking over to the heavy device lying contentedly on his bed. "Is this real?" he ran his fingers lightly over the shiny black plastic.

"Of course it is." Riku snorted from behind him.

Sora turned slowly to stare at him. "You're really a genie?"

"I guess."

"You really will grant me three wishes? Anything I want?"

"Yeah, except you just used one so now you only have two left."

Sora fell down into his bed, staring up at the ceiling with wide blue eyes and a sloppy grin. "I can't believe this."

Two wishes of anything he wanted. He could wish for Kairi to finally return his feelings…or maybe he could wish for photographic memory so that he could actually get passing grades on his tests. Maybe, he could wish that his dad would make time for him once in awhile.

"It's like a dream come true, isn't it?" Riku whispered, studying Sora from across the room.

"Yeah, you have no idea."

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Joh: Okay this starts off sounding very generic, but really it'll get better.

Jessie: I think it sounds sweet!

Joh: Maybe...but really it's going to have a lot of plot twists and stuff so just stick with it. Despite how corny and romance-ish it seems now it'll actually have a lot of action in later chapter

Jessie: Action? What kind of action?

Joh: Like fighting.

Jessie: Ohhh. I thought you meant...

Joh: Yes, well that'll be there too.