The Adventures of Riku and Sora

A Blue Dragon Fic
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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.