Story: Demon Heart
Pairing: Sora/Riku
From: Kingdom Hearts
Rating: M, for future reference.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own any of these characters. The storyline is mine, though. IF I owned the characters, Kairi would never have come into existence, and Riku and Sora would have been together as they were meant to be. -nods-
"Would you just go away!"
Irritation crossed the features of one Riku Harada. The six-year-old turned to his companion, a young boy with absurdly spiky brown hair and big, rather stunning blue eyes. The boy had been following him for quite some time now, puncturing the forced silence with the occasional 'Riku, play with me!' Instantly, Riku regretted his outburst. Tears filled those big blue eyes, and he almost winced when he heard the younger male sniffle.
"Come on, Sora. Don't cry. I didn't mean it, really. You want to play? Alright, we'll play." Riku's hands rose, and then lowered, as if he didn't know what to do with them.
He wasn't used to being followed around—people thought he was weird. Not everyone could see ghosts and demons, after all. When he tried to explain, the other children got mad at him for lying, or started crying. No one wanted to be friends with a freak. Except, apparently, Sora. Speaking of Sora…
Sora stopped sniffling and, hand resting against his eye—where it had risen to try to stop the tears that were threatening to spill over—said, hopefully, "R-really? Y-you'll play with me? Y-you promise to be my friend?"
Riku sighed softly, and rubbed the back of his head with a small sigh. "Sure. I promise. What do you want to play? Nothing too girl—ack!" Riku's arms went out, to try and help him catch his balance as a joyful Sora Itsuzen threw his arms around his neck.
He failed, and ended up on his butt as the happy five-year-old sitting on his lap latched himself around his neck. It was odd, but… Sora felt so cold. A huff of irritation escaped him, before he patted the boy on the head. Suddenly, Sora tensed, and sat back.
He looked at Riku sadly, and said, "I'm sorry. I can't play right now. Mommy's calling me, and yours will be here soon. But I'll be back!" He patted Riku on the cheek… and disappeared in a wisp of smoke.
Riku stared at the spot where Sora had sat not moments before… and a small sound of distress escaped him. Sora was a… a… He fell backwards, and groaned. He would be the only six-year-old to befriend a demon, wouldn't he? Rubbing his face, he had a bad feeling that Sora really would be back later. Oh well, maybe he would get bored. As long as Sora didn't try to eat him, everything was fine.
If only Riku knew how much his stand on that particular issue would change over the years.
