Chapter 1: Duki
It was was a brisk summer morning in Twilight Town. Cars jammed the streets, sidewalks bustled with people walking to work, kids were playing stick ball in the back alleys, and Riku Subete was hopping the wall of the compound he called home.
The fair boy landed with grace and flicked up his hood. He smirked, he dodged the dreadful experience of exiting through his front door. And with his disguise—a black hooded robe and sunglasses so thick that they looked like a blindfold—there was no way those pestering bloodsuckers would recognize him! Which means he'd save a lot of time that was usually used on throwing off the annoying parasites. He allowed himself a small laugh, taking pride in escaping so ingeniously.
He took all of two steps down the street when: "Riku! Mr. Subete! Is it true that you had a fling with Lady Gaga?"
"...Shit..." In milliseconds paparazzi were all over him asking questions like: "Is it true you did the nasty with Miley Cyrus?" "What's your favorite color?" "Are you starring in the new Kingdom Hearts 3D movie?" "Did you spend last weekend at Taylor Lautner's house?"
"No, no, yellow, maybe, and it was a wonderful weekend!" He answered while running away as fast as he could,
Meanwhile, at a small coffee shop on the other side of the city, a spiky-haired teen was captivated by a small blue paperback book; successfully procrastinating from his job!
When customers needed service, he appeased their needs quickly and avoided engaging in small talk to return to Percy Jackson's adventures as quickly as possible. He loved his job. There weren't many customers, which gave him free time to read and still get payed by the hour for it. The scarcity of customers could be blamed on it's preferences and location. It was a small business and not a mainline commercial franchise like Starbucks, were most people got there fix of caffeine. And it was located on the edge of town were the population was minuscule.
His job also gave him max amount of work hours, which meant more recreational munny! Seeing as the spiky-haired teen's boss couldn't run it by himself and he could only afford one employee on staff. Yep, he had a great setup and was having a wonderful day until:
"Hey Sooooooooora!" a voice called from the front door, "What's up buuuuuuddy?"
He groaned in dismay as the familiar voice and Pauly Shore reference tore him from his fantasy of Percy Jackson, he glanced at the door were a hooded figure was standing. The only hints at his identity were a few silver locks protruding out of his hood, "I don't suppose there's any chance you'll just take your order and leave me be is there?"
"Nope,"
The spiky-haired teen that was proclaimed Sora let out another groan, he hated this silver-haired bastard! Every damn day for the last two months of summer vacation this douchebag would come in and ruin the serenity of his reading time! He wasn't like most other customers, he didn't like to just grab his order and go, not having time in their busy city lifestyles for standing around and chatting. Instead the jerk insisted on conjuring up small talk that would draw out until Sora's shift ended. Which—luckily for Sora—was in an hour.
"The ushj?" Sora asked,
"The usual indeed my good man!" the silver-haired douche replied,
He proceeded with making the silver-haired bastard's usual order, an eggnog milkshake with extra crème and two cherries. He sighed and looked back longingly at his book. He was just at the part were Percy was fighting off these skeletons that no matter what he did to them they wouldn't stop coming. He could stab them, chop'em up, and run'em over with a thirty-foot tall boar, but they'd just get back up and keep coming until they got what they wanted. Which was to kill Percy. Right at the climatic point of the fight he was ripped abruptly out of his fantasy and thrown back into reality by the silver-haired douche-nugget that he was serving a delicious half-frozen treat to.
"Ahhh! That's the good stuff!" He smiled,
It irked Sora how much euphoria that silver-haired fag was enjoying from that delicious milky treat, "That'll be-"
"Two munny and forty moins, I know," He finished for him, dropping the munny on the counter, he gestured toward a booth, "Come sit down and talk with me for a while,"
He shook his head, "Nah, I can't I got work to do,"
"Like what? Reading how Percy saves Annabeth?" He scoffed,
"Hey! It's some very important work!" He returned the banter, "Plus I gotta service the other customers,"
The silver-haired douche-face surveyed the ghost town of a shop and rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, "Yes looks real busy round here,"
"Look dude, I just wanna read how Percy saves Annabeth in peace, K?" Sora said, trying the straightforward approach of getting him off his back,
It was a no go, "Can't you take a break for ten minutes? You can be a Percabeth shipper at home,"
"I'm—I am n-not a Percabeth shipper!" His face flushed,
"I'm kidding! Chill!" The silver-haired douche laughed, "Come on just ten minutes?"
He groaned, "Fine but only ten,"
He walked around the counter and followed the silver-haired dickwaffle to the booth, he heard him murmur, "Bet you write Percabeth Fanfiction too,"
"Fuck you!" Sora barked, The silver-haired dickwaffle just laughed it up,
The ten minutes turned into forty, as much as he hated the silver-haired idiot, he had to admit he was easy to talk to. The dude could chat you up for hours and you'd enjoy it too, something Sora—albeit reluctantly—had to admit also.
"So, what's your job?" Sora asked, trying to change the topic off working at a coffee shop,
"My line of work is...spontaneous...and very...stressful," The silver-haired twit replied, trying to dodge the question,
"Yeah I imagine being a celebrity is," Sora remarked nonchalantly,
"Yeah it-" The silver-haired moron did a double take, "You knew huh?"
"Yup..."
"For how long?"
"Since you first walked in the door,"
His eyebrows knitted together, "Why'd you never say anything? Most people would've been like "OHMYFUCKINGGODIT'!" not trying to sound conceited or nothin', it's just how most people act when they meet me,"
Sora scratched the back of his head and pursed his lips while pondering an answer, he decided to be completely straightforward, "Well to be honest, I didn't really care, I just hoped you'd leave me to my reading, which you didn't, prick, and also to be even more honest, I have never liked any of your shows or movies...at all,"
Riku stared at him a bit before bursting into laughter, "Wow! You sure don't sugar coat your answers! Most people—even if they don't like me—will still jump at the chance for autographs and pictures with me,"
Sora shook his head, "Not me, in fact, you cutting into my reading time makes me flat out hate you,"
Riku laughed again, "Well I like you! You have no idea how refreshing it is to meet someone so straightforward!"
"It's cask of water in the middle of the Sahara I'm sure, can you leave now?" Sora asked with a bored expression,
"No," He replied simply through his fit of giggles,
"Ugh..."
When he finally calmed down he threw back his hood and took off his sunglasses, "Well I guess these are pointless now,"
His silken silver locks flew completely free and fell down to his mid-back. And when he removed his sunglasses Sora felt a shock run through him; his striking pair of sharp teal irises, that coordinated perfectly with his strong features, tore right through him. Sora—as gay as it sounded—had to admit this kid was one hot bastard! This kid had to have some Adonis DNA, Charlie Sheen had nothing on this magnificent bastard! He had seen him on TV before, but it was way different then actually seeing him in person!
"Not you too! I was hoping you'd be different!" Riku joked as Sora was gaping like an idiot,
Sora was his polar opposite, unruly brunette spikes, a goofy expression that also coordinated superbly with his soft features. The biggest difference was their eyes, unlike Riku's sharp teal eyes, Sora had a pair soft bright blue irises.
"No wonder your payed so much! A million little girl's panties would go moist just by one glance at you!" Sora joked,
Riku burst out into laughter again, "Thanks! Glad to know I don't get payed for my acting skill as much as my looks! Your one funny guy! And you know what Sora, you are easily my best friend!"
He raised an eyebrow, "Best friend? We barely know each other, and didn't I make it clear that I hate you?"
Riku finally calmed down, "To be honest, you are my first legit true friend,"
Sora was kinda weirded out how he just spouted something so serious out of the blue like that, first true friend? They barely knew each other, he had just had his suspicions of his identity proven today after all, "What about that gay ass show—what is it called, the one that brought Jersey Shore under? Oh yeah! Twilight Shore that's it—you got like a hundred friends on that dumb show,"
He shook his head, "Nah! Those are all actors, to be perfectly honest I don't really like those guys, they are humongous assholes, seriously they have to have big assholes so they have room to crap and have their head shoved up there too,"
This time Sora laughed, "Yeah but still, I think I made it pretty clear that I have no intention of being your friend,"
"Yeah but I know you don't hate me,"
Sora groaned, why can't some people get a hint? "Yes, yes, I do,"
"Nope,"
"Ugh! Why are deluding yourself into thinking that?" Sora asked obviously agitated,
"I know that you don't actually hate me, otherwise you wouldn't still be sitting here," He shrugged,
Sora couldn't counter that one. Why was he still sitting there? It couldn't be that he actually liked this guy...could it? Sure he was easy to talk to, but to be an actor you probably had to have good charisma. Though they did share some of the same interests; they both liked Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, they both detested Twilight, but still read it anyway, they both were fans of Percabeth, and were on Team Jacob (as gay as that sounded as well). They had the same tastes in music as well, not a big fan of the autotuners in most modern day music, and rolled mostly with the classics.
"So anyway," Riku broke him from his thoughts, "You said you wouldn't be able to "hang out" with me after school starts in two weeks, yes?"
"Yeah, this is a summer job for me," Sora replied, not liking the grin Riku just threw on,
"Then it's decided," He clasped his hands together, "I am transferring out of my Private School and coming to yours!"
His eyes grew wide "Wait! Whoa! WHAT!"
"Well your my only friend even if you refuse to admit it, so I'm am transferring to your Public School!"
"No. Not a fucking chance." Sora shook his head, "That's not happening!"
There was no way in hell he was gonna let him come to his school and bother him year round! Not only that, he didn't want the publicity; The Riku Subete friends with the social outcast Sora Nanimonai? It would throw him and the school into a social uproar. He did not want that much attention at all! Not to mention it could fuck up his plan to finally be more than friends with his Auburn Angel. No, he wouldn't have it. He had to admit he liked Riku, and he felt bad that he had never had an actual friend besides him, but he couldn't allow him to ruin his plan.
"Now the name of your school is...?" Riku had produced a small notebook and pen from his pocket and was staring at him expectantly,
Just as he was about to shoot him down, they were pulled from their conversation by a loud car brake and tire streak. They looked out the window to see people hopping out of vans with cameras.
Riku groaned, "They found me here now too! Damn it! I'll have to get that name later! C'ya later Sora!"
Before he knew it, Riku was out the door and gone. The paparazzi following him like moths to a light bulb.
"Thank you God!" Sora said, throwing his hands to the sky, thanking whatever wonderful deity that saved him from Riku, "Good thing I didn't mention today was my last day of work for the rest of summer,"
His shift had ended twenty minutes ago, so he got ready to leave. As he dumped off his apron and grabbed his book his mind wandered to the thought of how it would be if Riku did transfer to his school. He didn't like being a social outcast, and he did actually like Riku albeit only little. Maybe being his friend would bring him out of the rut of disrespect given to him by his peers. He left the shop and headed for his car. Just when he was beginning to think it might not be a bad idea to have him join his school, he stepped in a large pile of dog duki.
"Damn it!" He scrapped his foot across the sidewalk in attempt to remove the dog duki off his foot, "Aren't there laws requiring people pick up this shit?"
The dog duki straightened him out though, he didn't need to be the center of attention and he didn't need the approval of his peers. All he needed was his Auburn Angel. No amount of dog duki in the world would deter his bliss if that wish were to come true.
"You there!" A voice called from behind him,
He glanced over his shoulder, "Hm?"
A guy in a flashy suit and a microphone in hand came running up to him with a cameraman in toe, "You were the one talking with Riku Subete in the coffee shop yes?"
"Yeah, what do you want?" He asked obviously irritated,
"May I ask who you are and why you were with Riku?" He held the mic up to his mouth,
"Look all I-"
He moved the mic back to him, cutting Sora off quite rudely, "Are you his new manager? His new coworker perhaps? His servant maybe? Gay lover perhaps?"
He moved the mic back to Sora, "No. No. Hell no. FUCK no!"
"Who are you then? A producer for the new Kingdom Hearts movie Dream Drop Distance? Otherwise known as Kingdom Hearts 3D?"
"Look all I do is serve him milkshakes at-"
"I thought you said you weren't his gay lover? Oh I see you serve him"milkshakes", so you are his gay-manservant then?"
That tore it, "Get that fucking camera outta my face dickhead!"
When he made a grab for the camera they booked it away from him while the man in the flashy suit said random things into the mic like: "Is this new mystery boy possibly a gay lover of Riku?" "Will Miley Cyrus be heartbroken after hearing this news?" and "This boy's "milkshakes" brings all the Riku's to the yard!"
"Fucking dumb ass," Sora grumbled as he got into his car,
He turned on the ignition, he was never so happy to be going home in his life. He turned on Johnny B. Goode for the cruise back to his apartment.
Author's Note: Interesting fact: I thought of this story while thinking of Bill Murray, so if you like it, you have him to thank! And if you wonder why people (especially Sora) are so hot headed and swear violently it's because I like to view Twilight Town as an equivalent to New York City. And if you have ever lived there or visited it before you know what I'm talking about! Also there will be a lot of pop culture references of phrases and people, but none of the people will be introduced into the story as characters. It'll strictly be KH and Final Fantasy characters only! I hope you enjoyed and please drop me a review!
-Zahchi