Storm
Author's Note: Hey there! ^^ I was going to upload this when it was done, but I don't want to go writing loads and then it turns out to be poop, so review please! xD
Characterisation may seem off to anyone who hasn't watched the Sora Show…
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: None!
The harsh storm shook the tiny island, rain pouring and sand flying, Nature's way of destroying its room in a fit of rage.
A chunk of flimsy ceiling in the tiny shared room in the hotel began to bow, until eventually it fell in altogether, followed by a cheeky and not-so-small torrent of water.
Sora stirred in his slumber, cradled by sleep. In his dreams he vaguely wondered why that stupid storm suddenly seemed so much louder, and why the room was chilly, and why he was sure Riku was making a bunch of noise:
"Oh my- What- …? Oh my God! Oh my- Sora! No, no, no, no- Ah! My eyes! SORA!"
Sora grumbled and sat up, groggy, rubbing at his own bleary eyes "Whaaaat?" He scowled, "I'm tryn'a sleep, Riku!"
Then, he took in the scene of Riku stood flailing around on his bed, torn between trying in total vain to stop the water coming in, and rescuing his belongings.
"SORA!"
"Oh…"
"Can you quit sitting around and help me!"
"Whaddya want me to do!" Sora exclaimed, evacuating his entire bedding and belongings to the other side of the room.
"Oh you're so selfish! Get my stuff! Get- Okay, look, Sora, just… get me something to fix the roof!"
"Like what! … Dennis…?" Sora sounded hopeful.
"What-? No!"
Sora gathered the displeased box, "Just stick him in the hole!"
"No! Look, just get your mom!"
"She won't fit!"
"SORA!"
Sora sighed and tossed Dennis into a puddle, "Mooooom!"
He stepped out into the corridor, ignoring the grunts of other irked patrons who stuck their heads out of their respective doors as he trundled past to his mum's room.
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A little later, Sora's mum had left them both in the room she was staying in and had gone to try and remedy the situation. Riku was drying off in a towel that seemed to swamp him, angrily and repeatedly flicking his sopping wet fringe from his eyes with a shake of his head.
Dennis was still displeased and soggy, and sat upon the windowsill.
"Riku…" Sora mumbled forlornly from the edge of his mother's bed, watching the other boy ferociously towelling his hair whilst clad only in a pair of dry pants.
"What?" Riku snapped.
"This was supposed to be fun… we're on holiday…"
Riku threw the towel down in exasperation. "No, Sora, you know, I've tried so hard not to get mad, but now, I'm mad! This is not a holiday; we're still on this tiny island, this isn't a break away; I can see my house from here! Like, I could walk home!"
Sora looked down at his feet.
Riku continued, "I could leave right now, walk back to my house, get dry, come back, all in about half an hour-! And we could start this whole freaking 'holiday' over!"
"…"
"Well say something!"
"… I wanted it to be like old times."