Hi! Hm... this is my first Kingdom Hearts fic, and I'm not really sure where I'll be going with this. I'm sure it'll get lost in the thousands of fics in the section, but I thought I'd just give it a go. Yes, it's just another RikuSora fic, but hopefully someone out there will like it. So, with that said, enjoy!
"Not again." Sora thought, his cerulean eyes scanning the empty streets of downtown Twilight Town. A small sigh escaped through his parted lips as he ran a hand through his messy locks. It had been the third night in a row that he'd lost track of the boy. Wiping a bead of sweat off his brow, he leaned back against the alley wall that was surprisingly clean. He had chased the mysterious figure through the streets of Traverse Town until he rounded the last corner where he had found nothing but cobblestone streets and the darkened windows of apartments, hotels, and houses. Street lights flooded the abandoned corridors of the town as another scan confirmed that the strange boy had once again vanished into the dark of the night. Clear blue shut behind eyelids as the small boy recalled his first encounter with the, what he could only assume was an older boy.
Flashback
"Hey, wait!" Sora yelled, running down an all but empty street. Only one figure besides himself occupied it, and was currently dashing through the street lights, disappearing into the dark spaces in between that the dim light from the worn bulbs didn't quite illuminate, and once more reappearing as he passed under the lamps adorning the sidewalks and streets. No matter how fast Sora ran, he couldn't quite catch up with the robed figure, whose clothes consisted of what appeared to be fine silks, layer upon layer building upon his figure. A few strands of material fluttered behind him in the gentle breeze that he created, whipping back and forth every now and then as he dodged left and right to avoid various crates and posts that blocked his way. "I said hold on!" Another shout came from the boy, who was by now worn out and sweating. He had followed this boy at least three times through the town, and noticed perhaps an air of irritation about the one being pursued. They rushed through the back alley and out into the Sandlot, which was as empty as the rest of the town. Sora idly remarked how it was ironic how the town had the name of twilight, but hardly no one was out at such a time. Shaking his head, he looked around and mentally kicked himself for distracting his own mind. The strange boy had vanished and there was no way to tell where he had gone to. From his appearance, Sora knew he wasn't from the same town, and wondered what he could want.
A small frown graced his pale lips as he gripped at his shirt, "He took my necklace." He thought, sighing slightly. It was why he had been so intent on catching the thief, since the necklace, which had no retail value that he knew of, was the only thing he had left from his father. It had been given to him when he was just a child, and he had always guarded it with his life. Though, nothing had ever threatened his life to take it, but he always promised himself he'd never let it go. Then, just like that, it had been snatched from his neck while he wasn't looking and the cloaked boy had run off with it. His breathing slowing finally, Sora took one last look around before confirming that he'd lost him-- at least, Sora assumed it was another male that had run off. The person had the figure of a boy, but they had been almost fully covered and in many layers of cloths. Not quite sure about anything, the short brunette turned to head home.
End Flashback
The two had yet another encounter after that. Sora immediately recognized the thief, who was exiting the home of one of the town's residents. Thinking back, he supposed it could have been the boy's home, but something about the stranger struck Sora that he wasn't staying long, just passing through. It was more than the clothes and the fact that he only ever saw the person after dark. Something about his presence gave off the sense of warning or caution; that perhaps Sora should just let go of the necklace and count his losses. The young boy, however, didn't pay attention to the aura that practically forbid him from proceeding and once again embarked on a chase that ended with him at the Sandlot, alone. Every one of the three times he had chased the boy, he had ended up in that same spot. Accordingly, each time something had distracted him. The first time, it was his thoughts, the second he had come at an inconvenient time and there was a late night celebration and he had lost the stranger in the crowd. This final time, he had lost him coming around the corner.
"You shouldn't be wandering the streets so late at night." A voice from behind the boy warned. Sora spun around to come face to face with another boy. He was seemingly around the brunette's age, but considerably taller-- then again, Sora had always been small for his age, so it wasn't really a surprise. The strange boy had long silver locks of hair that brushed past his shoulders and seemed to flow with him as he cocked his head to the side, studying the shorter boy before him. His almost piercing sea-green eyes mesmerized Sora's cerulean blue ones as they locked for an instant. No sooner, though, and the boy's tanned hand came to run through those silver tresses, pushing back a...
"Headdress?" Sora thought, blinking as he took in the other one's appearance once again. Fine silk linens layered upon his body and fancy jewelry adorned with expensive gems seemed to be what the new-comer's outfit consisted of. Taking a moment to realize it, Sora blinked once more as it all clicked. Late night meeting, strange, expensive clothing. This was the guy he had been chasing! No sooner did he realize it then he had the more muscular one pinned to the ground, straddling his waist in an attempt to keep him pinned down.
"Woah, kid!" The silver-haired thief shouted, placing a hand on the fragile chest to keep the boy at a safe distance, "It was just a warning, no need to go psycho on me."
"Give it back!" Was Sora's only response, his deep blue orbs narrowing at the attractive figure under him. Any other situation, any other time, and this realization would have sunk in about now and made the younger one turn into a tomato from embarrassment. Not now, though, Sora was too focused on getting his necklace back.
"Give...what back?" The confusion in his voice was a hard one to manufacture, even for professionals. Sora was damned if he was going to fall for it, though.
"The necklace you stole from me two nights ago!" The angered boy yelled, his voice echoing off the walls and alleys, "You took it right from my neck, give it back!"
The green-eyed boy blinked, again expressing his confusion, "Look, kid, I've never seen you before. I don't have your necklace. Whoever took it wasn't me, I only arrived here three days ago, why would I start out my new life by stealing some necklace from a child?"
"I'm not a child, I'm fifteen!"
The older one was taken back slightly by this statement, "Fifteen? Jeez, I thought you were like...eight or something, you're so tiny."
"Hey!" Noticing that he was losing track of his goal, he raised a fist in the air, ready to bring it down upon the pretty face, "Give me my necklace back!"
"I. Don't. Have. It." The boy repeated once more, slowly just to be sarcastic and hopefully get his point across, "You want to do a strip search? I don't have your necklace, I've never seen it before, and if I had, I wouldn't have taken it. I don't do girl stuff."
"My father gave that to me when I was a kid, it's not girl stuff!"
"When you were a kid? So... a year ago?" he commented to himself, but thought it best not to infuriate the boy anymore than he already had by doing absolutely nothing, "Alright, alright... chill." He suggested, sitting up and easily pushing the smaller one off.
Sora landed with a small oof next to the stranger and pouted and huffed like there was no tomorrow. He looked the silver-haired one up and down for a minute before speaking again, "Why are you dressed like that?" he demanded, more than asked.
"I told you, I just moved here." He repeated, running a hand once again through his hair.
"So where are you from? Why did you come here? Why'd you leave where you were? Did anyone come with you?"
An eyebrow quirked at the barrage of questions. They were given a moments thought before answered, "Arabia, family concerns, unwanted arranges, no."
"Family concerns...unwanted arranges? Who is this boy?" Figuring that was the next best course of action, Sora went with it, "Who are you?"
"My name is Riku."
"Riku?" the brunette echoed, "That's a Japanese name, I thought you said you were from Arabia."
"Adopted." Was the short, caution-ridden answer he gave. Whatever secrets he had hidden were meant to stay as such, and Sora certainly wasn't getting anymore information about that topic.
Sighing slightly, the blue-eyed boy stood up, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "Uhh... sorry about knocking you over and everything." He muttered out, "I just didn't think there'd be more than one person around here dressed like you."
That statement caught Riku's attention as he glanced upwards, "There's someone else here dressed like me?"
A small nod confirmed that was what he had just said, and tilted his head as the taller one stood up, rather urgently, "Is...something wrong?" he wondered, then a spark of hope flooded his eyes, "Do you know who it is?"
Riku saw exactly where this was going and knew he had to nip this one in the bud. A simple 'no' elicited a slump of skinny shoulders as the messy-haired boy hung his head. Green and blue clashed once more as the two locked eyes. Sora opened his mouth to ask another question, but was cut off, "I need to go." The foreigner stated, turning his back to the slightly-confused one, "It was nice meeting you...Sora." With that, suspiciously like the necklace thief, Riku disappeared into the shadows of the alley and out of sight.
"Wha..." A dumbfounded Sora was left to think over his encounter. This Riku boy didn't seem like the robber. He certainly had a more comforting aura about him than the foreboding one he got chasing after the cloaked stranger. "When I asked about where he'd come from, though," Sora thought to himself, heading back home, "he got that same air about him. Like I was messing with something I really shouldn't be, or getting involved in something way over my head." He knew it was probably ridiculous and that it was just his imagination, but cold hard facts did leave one disturbing reminded lingering in the back of his mind, "I never gave him my name."
So, how was it? Hopefully not too bad. And a bit longer than most of my first chapters, so happy day. With college and all, I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update my fics, but I'm sure if I get enough encouragement, I'll get to it soon. So, with that said, thanks for reading!
