A Fostering Relationship
By RedBlackandWhite
RBW's Somewhat pissed off Drabble: Okay, here's the deal. IF YOU DON'T LIKE SLASH PAIRINGS DO NOT READ THIS STORY AND THEN BITCH TO ME ABOUT HOW YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT! I could care less if you either don't like homosexuals or don't think such things should be done to the good characters of Kingdom Hearts. The only between you and this story is a window and your vision. So close the window or get off your lazy ass and go critique something else, seeing as that's the only thing you truly enjoy. I've already spent an author's note explaining how I don't write the slash pairings in here, my friend breakintoyourheart has offered to do it. I doubt anything sexual will even take place. So take your political views and go somewhere else, because God knows I don't need to hear them.
In other, calmer, news, I'm probably going to rap this story up in about 5 chapters. And I'm also writing an alternate ending just because I want to, so that'll be probably chapter 16.
Word Count: 2,682
Disclaimer:
Uhh…if I owned anything then it wouldn't be fanfiction now would it?
Alysa is redwing55's
Don't own the song.
"Alysa, why do Sora and I have to bunk???"
"Riku, where the HELL have you been for the last hour?"
"Here! I know why you suggested it but why me?"
"Don't blame me; I'm not the one with the Y chromosome."
"You always use that excuse."
Riku was infuriated because one, Alysa was bloody good at comebacks, and two, sleeping with the porcupine was between sticking a sprinkler up his ass and jumping into a pile of rotting toenail clippings on his to-do list.
Sora was sitting there, idly. He was in more worried about the bunking thing itself then Riku's rage; one must not forget Riku's nighttime tendencies. Call the EMTs, we've got a severe case of awkwardness. Sora had only been in Riku's room once, and he didn't like being in there, it reminded him of a Hot Topic that had been hit by a tornado, the messiness blending together with the posters and such.
"Why not I just sleep on the couch?" he piped, diverting Alysa's attention from the Southern man's odd shirt with the redneck statement, (Get 'er done.) on the back, to him.
"Sora Sora Sora Sora Sora….Sora. You're our guest! That couch is not comfy, too many lost sharp pointy objects in it, Riku's bed is much better!" was her cheerful reply, one that bled with irony.
"WAIT HOLD IT! What's wrong with a pump up mattress???" cried Riku.
At this Alysa, for probably the first time since Sora's stay, stuttered, something to behold in the rarest of moments, and out of character to say the least.
"Oh, well, well, we've never needed that, and last year there was this party, and... the wine corkscrew…and the vodkan martini… IT WAS LEON'S PET MONKEY I SWEAR!!" Alysa exclaimed, flailing her upper extremities frantically and refusing to back up the idea that Leon ever had a pet monkey.
"I really doubt that." Was Riku's answer.
So the man left, big dirty boots leaving a trail across Tessa's spotless tile floor. The three were now alone with nothing but a hole in the wall and Alysa's fascination with her doomed royal subjects.
No, of course she's not crazy, don't be silly.
Well, as it turned out, the man came back a bit later, taking a path across the tile floor parallel to his previous one, to maximize filth spreading, and blocked off part of the house, turning on a big machine that made a humming noise which distributed poison through a tube into the walls.
As the day went on, Riku came to the realization again and again what he would be doing (not the best term, but work with him) that night, and it wasn't reassuring.
He was at his desk, hunched over, the latest band with some witty name they came up with when they were high on aerosol or what have you playing in the background.
He was writing in his journal, not a diary mind you, which he did most nights because with a cousin like Alysa some day this thing was going to be something like a bestseller on how to identify a psycho before they start raping little boy scouts while they're out in the wilderness so nobody can hear their blood-curdling screams.
…right…
Okay, so it was more like yelling at this paper that had done him no wrong about how Alysa is so evil, scribbling everywhere and making little cartoons on the sides depicting bloody and horrible decapitations, lynching, torture by means of accordion music, etc.
A few inches over, the blue pen and green highlighter were discussing how horrible the notebook was being treated, the three having been neighbors for a quite a while, until suddenly Riku grabbed the highlighter, which promptly cried for help from pen while being crushed underneath the sweaty, calloused palm, the fingertips putting force onto the writing utensil's manufactured plastic, causing great pain. But alas, the highlighter must have forgotten that pens don't have arms. Or legs for that matter.
Riku abrasively gave the highlighter blunt force trauma to the head on the paper, highlighting the word DIE ALYSA DIE and putting it back where it belonged in a single throwing motion. He then grabbed the pen, and, knowing its fate, quietly had a heart attack, and died.
Meanwhile, Sora was sitting idly on the couch, immersed in his own musings. This had been the most interesting few days ever in his meager existence. Since his arrival, he'd met the devil's sister (or other close relative, the devil has a very large family), two people who seem to trust their dependents a great deal when it came to being alone, and a boy who wanted to throttle him one moment, and the next is feeling him over fervently.
"Sora, my dear, you've got the most gorgeous hair I've ever seen, but…it's so damn stubborn that I can hardly do anything with it."
Sora muttered things, while Alysa sighed heavily from her position on top of the couch, above Sora's head. She swung down beside him and clicked on the TV, ruffling the boy's hair absent-mindedly.
Halfway through a reporter's story on an Oktoberfest-induced fire, Sora turned to the young woman.
"Hey Alysa, why do I keep getting shoved towards Riku? It seems like that's all that ever happens. Am I doing something wrong?" Sora asked, his eyes shining with wonder and innocence.
Alysa turned and smiled.
"Sora, no! It's not you! Maybe God just wants it this way. It's just a group of coincidences over a short period of time. I'm sure this will all blow over soon and you won't have any trouble for the rest of your stay. And about the sleeping thing, it's not that big of a deal. Riku will probably just ignore you. Don't take it personally, he's a normally moody guy anyway."
Sora wasn't comforted at all by this assurance.
About an hour later, Alysa ordered Italian and they ate in partial silence, the looming prospect of sleeping shutting Sora and Riku up.
Sadly, like many things, it failed to shut up Alysa.
The current topic: Riku's hair.
"Seriously, we need to cut it. It looks like Meryl Streepe accidentally conditioned her hair with a male hair growth hormone for a year and didn't notice the extra 6 inches. Let me just hack it off and give it to a dying cancer patient!"
Riku snarled. "No. I like it."
"Pleaaaaassssssseeeeee."
"NO!"
"Don't shout at the dinner table Riku, it's rude. Sora, pass the antipasti."
The time passed rapidly, and before they knew it, the Swiss grandfather clock in Richard's billiard room boomed ten times, reverberating through the entire house.
Riku groaned.
"Alright littlies, time for biddy-bye!" Announced Alysa, jumping up from the couch she had been laying on and twirling like a ballerina towards the stairs, ushering her siblings with her.
Riku pulled on his nighttime attire, with the addition of a shirt. He threw his other clothes on the floor and walked towards the adjoining bathroom, leaning against the wall and began a rhythmic pattern of banging his head against it.
Said bathroom was occupied by Sora, who had also changed into his pajamas, and again, also put on a shirt. He brushed his teeth quickly, Riku's headbands echoing through the wall.
He opened the door cautiously to find Riku leaning against the doorframe. Sora walked towards the center of the room and heard the door slam shut. A voice to his left surprised him.
"My my, someone is tense." remarked Alysa, regarding Riku's state. She was leaning against the doorframe leading into the hallway, dressed to go to sleep.
Sora nodded.
"Well, might as well get in bed. He'll be out any second."
Sure enough, the sound of the water hitting the sink ceased at the moment.
Sora climbed into the king-sized bed and scooted all the way over to where the edge met the wall. The realization that he would be cornered against it came to Sora, and it didn't help his situation at all.
The door swung open and Riku's figure headed towards the bed, Sora lost all feeling in his extremities as he stared at the ceiling. A great shift in the bed announced Riku. The bed settled and Sora didn't dare look over to his right.
"Alright loves, no nighttime strolling now." Said Alysa. Sora could imagine the smirk on her face as she turned off the second light, plunging the dimmed room into complete darkness.
"Sweet dreams."
And with that, she shut the door and Sora knew that he heard something that sounded distinctly like a door being locked.
Absolute silence.
Through it one could hear the ruffling of sheets, the creaking of the springs, and once in a while, a bated breath.
The humidity of the warm summer night air was unforgiving. The chirping of crickets and cicadas shattering the glass of the night.
Riku awoke with a start from his slumber, sweating and confused. It must've been a bad dream, because now he was wide awake and the noise outside would inhibit his going back to sleep.
He lay there, staring at the ceiling, the moonlight shining brilliantly through the opened window above the bed to his left.
It also shone on the face of the bed's other occupant. Riku couldn't resist looking, for some reason he felt like he had to.
The boy had turn towards Riku, the light reflecting off his perfectly smooth, tanned skin.
For one moment, all of Riku's inherited dislike of the boy evaporated, the serenity of his figure showed that of merely a person, one whom Riku did not dislike.
It was here that Riku realized how mean he had been to Sora, and for what? A stupid reason of a summer being ruined.
His contemplation was interrupted with the slight wince of Sora's face. He shifted the most immeasurable of space, and his face screwed up a bit.
A bad dream most likely, thought Riku, as Sora began to mumble inaudible things. Riku lifted himself up, staring intently.
"…..…no…please…..don't go……" was what Riku could pick up from the boy's mouth.
Stress overcame Sora's face as he looked quite uncomfortable.
"……..don't leave…..the……..hurricane………"
Riku was shocked. So that's what happened to Sora. A hurricane?
What a horrible experience. No wonder he's so timid.
Was that why he had become an orphan?
A wave of guilt swept over him as he laid back down, a million things swirled inside his head.
Sora quieted down, and Riku finally drifted into an uneasy sleep, the last thing he saw being that moonlit face.
Sora's eyes twitched a bit.
The sunlight rained down on his eyes relentlessly. He cracked them open just a tad and was greeted by more of the brightness.
He reached for them, his arms aching as he commanded them to move.
He rubbed his eyes a few times, and finally became accustomed to the light.
He sat up, stretching his upper body and looking out the window.
The sun was peeking over the horizon, its red-orange-yellow glow greeting the world with gusto. The grass was glittered with dew as the birds chirped in the tree near the window.
Sora tore his eyes away from the landscape and looked around the room. The clothes on the floor and the posters reminded him of his location.
He promptly looked down and saw the boy, lying on his stomach, facing towards Sora.
The silver hair was laying over his eyes, his mouth slightly open in a way one is usually found while deeply asleep.
Sora, like anyone else, found this rather funny and smirked. He quietly pulled the covers off of him and slowly creeped over Riku's body, getting up and walking towards the bathroom.
Riku awoke to the sound of running water, his eyes shut with sleep and his body aching.
His hand blindly searched and found an empty space to his left, and expertly deducted that Sora was not, in fact, in the bed.
Which explained the running water, because water doesn't run just because it feels like it, it always has a reason.
Listening more closely, Riku heard a voice amongst the water hitting the glass of the shower. A tenor voice, in fact, singing something that Riku could only vaguely hear.
……I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
Riku opened his eyes and raised his head, in a sort of trance by the beautiful voice. Looking at the bathroom door, he saw it was shut.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Riku swung his legs over the side of his bed and shook his himself awake.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
He stood up and walked towards the door, leaning on the doorframe once again, listening intently.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
The shower shut off, and the sounds of shuffling feet and the opening of the shower door replacing it's noise.
Riku broke from his trance, and watched as the door handle turned.
Out walked Sora, or what he thought was Sora, the hair was sticking against his head.
He was wearing a pure white bathrobe and dabbing his neck with a small towel.
Sora looked up and saw the towering figure to his right and jumped.
Riku smiled, one that amazingly had no traces of hatred.
"You've got a great voice."
A/N: So Riku's changed now huh? This was a great chapter. I had a lot of trouble writing the beginning though. Remember I wrote that beginning A/N about a month or two ago. Anybody notice a difference in my writing style? I hope so, I'm studying to write original fiction. I think I'm getting out of the fanfiction phase. Don't worry I'll finish this. I hope you all didn't hate the song, it's "Goodbye My Lover" by James Blunt. I don't like songs in stories but I had to put this one in. I applaud you all for waiting so long. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated.
RBW.