Riku's crystal blue eyes slid open, the lids slowly parting and allowing light to filter through. His head hurt and his body ached and whenever he moved bolts of numbness shot through him. Riku closed his eyes once more, letting his groggy brain fall once more into sleep. Images played behind his eyes, a happy looking girl, a puppy rolling in the sand. Every image was filled with joy, a smiling family posed in front of a Christmas tree, a little boy held up a drawing of a kitty.
"You shouldn't sleep there." A voice floated to Riku's consciousness, stirring the silver haired teen. Riku grumbled angrily. Ever so slowly he allowed his eyes to open. A few feet away stood a boy. The kid was probably fifteen, with spiky, unmanageable, brown hair and baby blue eyes.
"I said: 'You shouldn't sleep there.'" The boy said again, pointing to Riku. An easy smile lighted the boy's face as the youth took a step forward. "I know the gal that owns the shop you're sleeping in front of and I know she hates bums."
"Bum?" Riku repeated the word slowly. He wasn't a bum, was he? He couldn't quite remember. He knew he had a family of some type but he couldn't remember their names or faces.
"Yup, she hates bums." The kid shot him a sideways glance. "Since you were sleeping on the street I assumed you were jobless…" the kid paused for a moment and ran a finger across his lips. "Unless… Are you a dropper?"
Riku blinked. He had no idea what a 'dropper' was, but he was pretty sure he wasn't that either. The brunette saw the look Riku was giving and smiled widely.
"Oh, yeah," he chirped, his tenor voice echoing with laughter, "a 'dropper if I've ever seen one. Well I guess you better come with me. You've got a lot of catching up to do." The brunette stuck out his hand and helped Riku to his feet.
"I'm Sora," the kid said, his blue eyes meeting Riku's, "and this is the world where dreams can come true. Welcome to Anavice."