The
Adventures of Riku and Sora
A
Blue Dragon Fic
I
This
fic is a sequel to Crowned Hearts. If you haven't read it, read it,
'cause if not you won't understand who Lisa is and why Sora and Riku
are suddenly back to a restored Destiny Islands. (Just search under
the name of 'Blue Dragon' in the 'Find' menu of ) Other
than that, this fic is for my amusement and your enjoyment, and will
chronicle different little adventures that follow. . . well, Riku and
Sora. who saw that coming?
Riku sped down the street of
Destiny Islands District 3 to get to Sora's house. Sora's parents
were having him over for dinner and he wanted to get there in style,
which was why he was driving his new bright red moped. Sure he wasn't
legally allowed to drive on paved streets, but hey! He had finished
homework early and as he rode down the street found Sora, still
walking home.
Riku screeched to a stop to greet his
friend.
"Sora, what's up? Why are you just getting
home?"
"Some goof gave the principal a wedgie and
blamed it on me. He wanted me to write "I am a hoodlum" on
the blackboard sixty-six times!"
"Did you do
it?"
"No, I wrote 'The principal is a pimp' eighty
times."
"Don't you think that's a little
harsh?"
Sora shrugged.
"Not when I left Billy
Erickson's signature at the bottom of the board."
"Ah.
Well, hop on, I'll give you a ride." Riku offered, handing Sora
a helmet.
Sora got on behind Riku and Riku sped off.
After
a while when they were a few blocks from Sora's house, he began to
get worried.
"Riku, do you have a license to drive on
public roads?"
"No, not really."
"Ahh!
That's illegal!"
"Come on, no one ever gets in
trouble for it!" he said over the engine.
A siren started
ringing behind them and a police car began driving up behind the
moped.
"You are not a registered driver, pull over
immediately!" the cop said over a megaphone.
"Damn,
it's the cops, I gotta cheese it!" said Riku, speeding up and
turning hard, right into a blockade of cop cars.
"Come
on, Sora! Hoof it!" he yelled, throwing off his helmet and
leaping off of the vehicle with Sora close behind. The police pursued
them, for some reason not shooting. Eventually, the two turned a
sharp corner into a backyard, jumped the fence, and went through
Sora's back door, closing it behind them.
"Well, I'd say
we got us home without too much trouble."
Sora glared at
him.
"Next time you want to commit a felony, leave me out
of it."
"Yeah yeah. Where're your parents? I've seen
'em but I haven't really met 'em"
"My dad should be
in the living room, meditating."
" . . . Sora, why
is your dad meditating?"
" . . . It focuses his
eating."
" . . . Meaning . . . ?"
"Toady's
husky-pork night, and he has to focus his eating, he says."
Riku
gave Sora a funny look.
"Husky-what?"
"Husky
pork is supposed to be this meat from some famous industry that's a
mixture of pork and . . . other things."
"What other
things?"
"Other things that the industry is so
determined to keep secret that they would send the Men in Black to
snatch anyone that knew about it or told about it."
Riku
looked to the window and saw a man in sunglasses quickly duck
away.
" . . . Lets go to your living room."
Riku
followed Sora through the doorless doorway from the den and across
the hallway into his living room, where, as Sora said, Mr. Sion
Barzhad was meditating and chanting weird phrases.
"Is
that his meditation?" Riku asked, sitting down on the
sofa.
"That's what he claims" Sora responded,
plopping down next to him.
"Cranky, cranky, I need
cheese!" Mr. Barzhad yelled without opening his eyes.
"
. . . "
" . . . "
" . . . Sora, I'm
scared."
"Join the club."
"There's
a chocobo in my soup!" Mr. Barzhad yelled again, ignoring the
frightened youths.
"How many licks does it take to get to
the center of . . . a husky-pork loaf! Husky-pork, is it in you?
Husky-pork . . . Harmless!? If they don't taste like apples, why do
they call them husky-pork!? You drink, you drive, you husky-pork!
Live in your world, husky-pork in ours!"
The two youths
were now thoroughly frightened and were slowly edging their way to
the door.
Mr. Barzhad stood up and straightened his hair and
tie.
"Oh, hello Riku! Sora has told me so much about you,
so good of you to come!" he said.
"Uh, hello Mr.
Barzhad . . . " Riku said nervously.
"Dad, do you
HAVE to do that when we have public?"
" . . .
Especially when we have public. It keeps the monkey-demons
away."
Sora groaned as Riku made his way into the
kitchen.
"Daaaad! Don't you think you're being a little
superstitious?"
"What do you mean?"
"You
line your underwear with fruit and small mammals!"
"Do
NOT mock my ancestral tradition!!" he screamed, stuffing the
weasel back into his pants.
"Never mind. I'm going to
make sure mom and Uncle D. aren't scaring Riku."
As Mr.
Barzhad adjusted his pants Sora went into the kitchen to find that
his mother was almost finished cooking and that Riku and his uncle
were already seated.
"Hey Riku. Sorry about my dad."
Sora said, taking a seat at the table next to Riku.
"Its
okay. Is this your uncle."
"Yes." Dauragon
spoke up.
"I'm his Uncle Dauragon, but you can just call
me Uncle D.! A friend of Sora is a friend of mine." He said,
extending a hand. Riku shook it, noticing that Dauragon had a slight
English accent, which was strange because he looked like he was a
Destiny Islands native with his long blonde hair.
"Pleased
to meet you, Uncle D." Riku said with an uncharacteristically
friendly smile.
Mr. Barzhad wandered in still straightening
his pants.
"Oh no . . . " Sora slapped his head and
turned to Riku.
"My uncle is my mom's brother, and since
he and my dad are in-laws, they kinda . . . "
"Hate
each others' guts?"
"That's the phrase. Ignore 'em
if they fight, okay?"
"Okay . . . ?" Riku
became a little nervous.
Dauragon gave a smile that was more
of a mockery than a gesture of friendship or happiness to Mr.
Barzhad.
"Well, bro-in-law. Still keeping weasels in your
pants?"
"So what if I am, pansy-man? Are you going
to do something about it?"
"I'll yank that
ridiculous crop of hair right off your head."
"I'd
like to see that . . . especially when I know that you couldn't yank
a pig from a bacon convention!"
Dauragon went into deep
thought.
"But those are easy to separate . . . hey! No
wonder you didn't get a date till you were twenty-one!"
Mr.
Barzhad looked embarrassed.
"Probably for the same reason
that you've never gotten a date at all!" He retorted.
"Not
like such things to should matter to a loveless man like yourself . .
. " Dauragon muttered as Mr. Barzhad sat down.
"Loveless,
well let me remind you . . . "
It was at that moment that
Mrs. Barzhad (Originally the blonde-haired Dominique Cross) turned
around.
"Honey, please don't provoke him." She said,
putting the food on the table, including a gigantic loaf of the
infamous husky-pork.
"I have your SISTER to keep me warm
at night!" Mr. Barzhad exclaimed, despite is wife's
warnings.
With that, Dauragon stood up and tackled Mr. Barzhad
to the ground while Mrs. Barzhad struggled to break up the
fight.
Riku blinked at the scene and looked over at Sora who
seemed thoroughly embarrassed.
"Geez, Sora, they DO fight
a lot."
"I'm sorry about this Riku, I tried to tell
them not to do this when we were in public, or any other time for
that matter."
When Mrs. Barzhad managed to get the two
men off of the ground, they angrily went back to their
seats.
"Alright everyone, lets eat!" Mrs. Barzhad
said, pushing the large loaf of brownish husky-pork into the middle
of the table.
"YES!" Dauragon and Mr. Barzhad
exclaimed at the same time, grabbing the two biggest chunks from the
loaf and diving into it. Mrs. Barzhad took the smallest piece, and
Riku and Sora took two medium pieces. Mr. Barzhad violently jumped on
the table and at the husky pork like a wild animal, tearing it apart
while flinging saliva and tiny pieces of meat everywhere.
"You
might want to put this on." Sora told Riku, handing him a
helmet.
Riku took the advice. Mrs. Cross had seen how
violently her husband ate, and handed him her loaf, which he downed
without so much as a thank-you. Soon, he crawled around the table and
snatched the rest of Dauragon's, Sora's, and Riku's who weren't
paying attention. Sion roared into the sky and jumped out of the
window screaming:
"More husky-pork! More
husky-pork!"
The remaining people were surprised and
frightened.
"W-we have to find my father!" Exclaimed
Sora.
Mrs. Barzhad started to cry.
"M-my honey
bunny is gone! How will I ever get along!? Oh boys, please find
him!"
It was getting dark outside.
Riku snapped
out of a trance and looked around the destroyed table and the broken
window.
"That idiot probably got arrested for disturbing
the peace." Dauragon muttered. He saw his sister and
comforted.
"There there. Forget that monkey, you have
your good-old brother! Let him get sent to some correctional facility
and rot in prison!"
Mrs. Barzhad cried harder.
Dauragon
looked at Sora and Riku.
"Boys, find Mr. Barzhad. For
your mother's sake, please Sora!"
Riku and Sora stood
up.
"I will uncle!"
"I'll help him."
Riku volunteered.
"Good, cause I wasn't gonna give you a
choice." Dauragon said, putting his gun on the table.
The
boys slowly backed away, and then ran out of the house. When they
were a good two blocks, Sora looked up at the night sky.
"Riku,
dad usually likes the great outdoors, in this case, the forest. How
about we just go there? We can camp out."
"Sora, you
know that we need two more people to be allowed past the gates since
we aren't seventeen yet. We need to get two other people, and maybe
get your camping gear from Kairi's house . . . wait a minute, why was
it there, anyway?"
Sora whistled innocently.
"Anyway,
I don't want to spend to much time, Riku. How about we get Lisa,
Kairi, and the camping gear in one trip? Lisa's spending the night
with Kairi, so we can get two more people and everything we
need!"
"Good idea, Sora, lets do it!"
The
two boys headed off to Kairi's to start a camping expedition. The
dinner at Sora's had been a completely unexpected experience for
Riku.
