this is a major whopdey doodle for me because it's my first male story if ya catch my drift. This is random, but I found the most adorable kairi keychain that I lost since like the first kingdom hearts came out. IT"S SO CUTE. Anyways, I was totally a kairixsora fan, but then rikuxsora popped up somewhere and I was like 'yesssssss'. so here we are. But then again, a threesome between them would be pretty interesting. Oh and I'm not sure about other pairings, but I sure would like to write about axel...

dizclaim: kingdom hearts does not in any way belong to me, except in the bedroom. rewind.deep breath idon'townkingdomhearts. fine.

oooooh, I've always wanted to have little characters talks in the beginning. yay!

moi: school starts tomorrow. ewwwww. shudders

riku: sucks ass for you, doesn't it?

moi: yeah, well in this story I'm making you go to school too so kiss my ass.

sora: ouch.

kairi: did someone say threesome?

...several hours later and much reflection

moi: ah, I decided no school...

sora: why not?

moi: cause school is too boring and annoying to write about so let us venture into the great unknown of the real world, shall we? sweatdrop

riku: I guess that means that only you are going to school now?

moi: maybe...

riku: I knew you wouldn't do the whole school scene! stretches into a victory pose

sora: go riku!

moi: hey, what about me? Sora you get right back here and defend me! Or I will make you get a sex change!

riku: backs away in horror noo, you can't do that to my sora.

moi: man you are so not straight. shakes head but, it's okay, I like my men like that!

riku: Oo

sora: eating a cookie in the back hmm?

author note thingie: I was gonna do a dad, but to be honest, I really don't like dads and the whole daddy thing too much and prefer the single weird mom and if I ever became a mom, I think that I'd probably be a lot like her. beware future children. oh and italics will mean character thoughts.

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"Surf boy...come back...I promise I won't bite you again...c'mon..." A boy mumbled in his sleep.

"Sssooooooora. sorrrrrrrrrrraaa. SORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"WA--ahhhh!" Sora yelped, as he rolled off his bed. He glanced around to make sure where he was and then said, "MOM I was getting to the good part of my dream!"

"Was it something dirty?" Sora's mother, Raye, said, innocently peeking her head through her son's doorway.

Sora crinkled his nose and cried, "Noo, mom, I was just about to bite into the Pillsbury boy!"

"Why can't you have normal wet dreams like every other boy your age? I mean, you're seventeen and still you act like you're seven! Get out there and get a girl or something. That way when you get the heck out my house you can go off and make some wonderful little babies so I can be a grandmother!" Raye replied, clapping her hands together gleefully.

"..." Sora just stared at her and pulled his boxers up.

Raye gave Sora a wink before she walked into the kitchen, humming a tune to herself.

After an almost daily scene with his mother, Sora climbed over his wrinkled sheets and reached into his closet for an outfit. Yes, poor Sora was eighteen yet he still lived with his mother in a little one-story house in the peaceful Destiny Islands. He had lived there since before he could remember. He lived with only his mother because before his was even born, his father was driving back home one night from the market getting something for his wife's odd food cravings (chocolate syrup and noodles if you must know) and was hit my by another car. He never got to see Raye give birth. So all these years Sora was raised by Raye. He didn't really mind it, but because of it, he was a lot more girly than a guy his age should be. Worse was possibly that he looked like it too. He was 5"3 with a slim figure accentuated by the small curves on his hips.

When Sora was younger, he was picked on a lot because of his small body and chubby cheeks. At the time, Sora would always get extremely embarrassed and try some sort of exercise to go from being a scrawny boy to a muscular man with a six-pack. Well, at least, that's what some of the magazines at the supermarket said that's what it would do. Sora's probably tried more sports than his age. He's tried what was said to be "America's pastime" baseball to a quiet game of golf. What Sora most likely enjoyed the most was swimming. He liked the feel of the water and the waves rumbling around him.

"You should be leaving soon Sora, it's already 7!"

Sora jumped at hearing that and his room suddenly filled with noise. Raye sat quietly holding up a piece of toast and counted...1...2...3...and...

"Bye mom, see ya later!" Sora yelled while he ran, still able to grab the toast before leaving.

Raye sighed and dusted her clothes off. She got up and washed her dishes in the sink. Afterwards, she picked up her keys on a nearby table and left, leaving the house silent and dark.

A few yards away from the home, Sora was walking to his work. He looked to his right and cast an eye at the gleaming sea. He wasn't much of a morning person, but once he was up and about, he was alright. Sora walked to his work and back everyday for two reasons; the first being that he didn't have the money for a car, the second, more importantly, was that he wanted to watch for something to happen over the sparkling waters. Or rather someone.

His mother didn't know it, but Sora actually started work at eight and the walk only took thirty minutes leaving half an hour open. Sora seated himself on a bench close to him, keeping his gaze fixed on the mass of blue about fifteen feet away on a gentle slope. Sora's routine started more than two weeks ago and everyday since; he had never missed a day of it. Several minutes later, a group of people appeared at the edge of the beach, heading towards the front of the water. Sora tried to keep his heart from going faster, like a young boy trying to restrain himself from opening a Christmas present. Sora noticed that this time the group was larger than before, two people more, to be exact. The two seemed to be on each other...not a single bit of room between...oh, so they are doing that, Sora thought, attempting to block the heat rising in his cheeks. He looked further up to see people walking into the waves, each carrying a surfboard.

For what seemed to be only a second, Sora watched the trio crash into the first wave unsteadily, but follow to riding tall waves that made Sora a bit uncomfortable to just look at. The three rode one last final wave and stepped out of the water, going back to their spot on the sand. Sora focused his eyes on the middle one, a man who looked around his age, if not a little older.

He had what was possibly the softest looking hair Sora had ever laid his eyes on. It made Sora more self-conscious of his unmanageable chocolate spikes that graced his head. The mystery man's hair color was prettier than the color of the ocean. It was silver. It wasn't some trick of the sun and Sora had the feeling it wasn't unnatural. If it was, why would anyone dye their hair to silver? Not that it didn't look absolutely spectacular on him, Sora mused. Sora's eyes, no matter how much he tried not to, traveled down to meet the man's rock hard body. He had seen pictures of what the legendary six-pack was, but this made a six-pack look like a beer belly. Sora observed each drop of water slide down his body and over his belly button into his board shorts. By the time Sora had snapped out of his reverie, he was shocked to see that the man he had been so blatantly goggling at was looking directly at him.

Sora, alarmed at being caught, found himself trying to play if off. He checked his watch and-shit! Sora blanched, seeing that it was already 7:50. In all of his panicking, he didn't notice five people walk up to him.

"Hey, you!"

Sora jumped at saw a sandy-haired boy staring at him. Funny that I don't remember seeing him here before. But then again, it's not like I notice anything else except him…

"Jeez Tidus, you could take it down a couple of notches. You don't want to make the boy run off now do you?" A girl with short red hair said, holding onto a tanned man with orange hair.

"Ya man, let Riku do the talking." The orange-haired man suggested.

The girl on the man's arm smiled and said, "Wakka, you're just the best boyfriend a girl could ever have!" Wakka blushed and muttered, "It was nothin, Kairi…."

During the whole of the conversation, Sora only followed until he heard the word 'Riku.' Then he mind shut down. His name is Riku, his name is Riku, so he has a name…Sora was stuck in this thread of thought until he felt something warm on his face. He fell back into reality and saw the boy of his affections (obsession) was less than two inches away from his face. Reason #2 in the flesh.

"Whoah!" Sora shouted and leaned back, causing him to push the bench backwards. Sora's head hit the street head-on and earned one great owie. He rushed to put his hands on his head, rubbing the sore spot. He heard a deep chuckle in the background. He looked over the fallen bench to see his obsession, okay now he really couldn't deny it, emit the wonderful noise.

"You're a funny little guy!" Riku said.

"I am NOT little!" Sora fumed. He usually didn't care about people talking about his height, but he didn't want the object of his obsession thinking he was a shrimp! Sora huffed and got up. He tramped toward the direction of his work. I might be late, but I'm not gonna let this go on anymore. When he was about the reach the cross, he felt a hand pull his arm back. The silver-haired man was holding him back

"Sorry that I insulted you, man. Didn't know it was a sore spot for you. My name's Riku. What's yours? The man asked.

Sora was taken back. He caught up with me just to say sorry? He's so much better than I thought…"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blown up at you like that. It's just that people used to bug me about my lack of height. Anyways, I'm Sora. Nice to finally meet you."

"Finally? What do you mean by that?" Riku asked, cocking his head to the side, letting his hair fall over his shoulder.

Crap. "I…uh…what I mean is…uh…it's just that I've been watching you surf a lot and I was just …wondering if you could teach me how to surf!" Sora fumbled. Whew, got myself out of that one. That lesson excuse was a good excuse. Double doodoo. What am I going to do about the lessons...? I hope he says no…

"…Sure. I'd be delighted to help you out. Surfing is one of the best things in this world." Riku replied.

Sora thought he would probably panic again, but he felt oddly relieved. Maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all…

That was kinda hard for me to write though it was short. Please please please tell me how you feel. I really wanna know how I do writing about another series!