Disclaimer: Yeap, I own Kingdom Hearts. Along with the entire country of Japan, yah know. (Meaning no, I don't own crap. sniff)
Summary: A model chased by scandals. A boy who lost everything. What happens when the two agree to a contract marriage? Based on the Korean drama, "Full House." RikuxSora, LeonxSora
A/N: Hey y'all, this is my first fanfiction (and it's not even my own original idea sniff). I've been a longtime reader of fics so I thought I'd try to take a stab at it. This fic is based off a Korean drama called "Full House," and no, it's not some Asian version of the American "Full House" (as I thought it would be). For those of you who are interested in those kinds of shows, "Full House" is a great romantic comedy, although I did get annoyed by its constant use of background music…Eh, well I pretty much stole the basic plot line as well as some scenes, but I did add some of my own twists so it's not atotal rip-off. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy my very first fic!
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Strawberry Scented Shampoo
Chapter One: A Not So Love at First Sight
"Sora."
Silence.
"Hey, Sora? You awake?" No duh. If he were awake, he would answer, you dummy.
The bed creaked eerily, cracking through the dark quiet. Wearily, a voice responded, "Yeah…something you need, Riku?"
Guess I was wrong.
"No, not really. I just felt like talking. Couldn't sleep."
The smaller boy smiled. He rolled over onto his side towards the restless boy. "Got something on your mind?"
Riku stared with glazed eyes at the ceiling. "Just thinking," he replied enigmatically.
"'Bout what?"
Riku turned his head and met eyes with deep cerulean ones. "About the ridiculous way we ended up together."
Soft laughter. "Yeah, that was pretty crazy. I always thought it was gonna be a one-sided thing since you were such a cranky monster all the time." A short pause. Then he added, "Hardly showed any emotion besides annoyance and anger, that is. I always thought it was a hopeless case…" He drifted off, reminiscing of the past pain.
Noticing the brunet's sad tone. Riku wrapped his arms around Sora. Hoping to lighten the boy's thoughts, he responded playfully, "What are you talking about, 'cranky monster?' "
Sora flashed an impish grin. "You know it's true. You were such a Scrooge. I could've sworn hearing you say 'humbug' whenever you got angry."
"That was only once! And I watched 'A Christmas Carol' that day so it doesn't count."
Sora wrapped his arms around Riku and giggled. "Alright, alright. See? You being a Mr. Grumpy again."
The two dropped into a soft silence, taking comfort in holding one another. Riku buried his face into Sora's hair and breathed in deeply. Ah, what was that scent? Strawberries?
They waited impatiently, anticipating the big star to show up at any moment. Cameras were held ready and microphones were checked. As the doors opened, a sudden burst of chatter erupted and cameras flashed wildly.
"Riku! Riku! Is it true? Have you been having an affair with the married model, Selphie?"
"Riku! Are you planning to steal her from her husband, Tidus, and elope?"
"Riku! Let me be your slave to your sex god!"
Calmly, the silver haired boy stepped to the podium. The reporters immediately silenced, eager to hear the actor/model's account of the story.
"Thank you for coming here today and taking time out of your busy schedules. There have been many rumors circulating as to my relationship with Selphie Tilmitt. I would like to clarify today that Selphie and I have no relations, whatsoever, beyond those of friends. She is happily married to my friend, Tidus."
Cameras flashed and a reporter piped up. "What about the sightings of you and Selphie having dinner together alone?"
"Two friends can't have dinner together?" was the smug retort.
"But the witness spotted you two checking into a motel afterwards!" The audience began to murmur amongst themselves.
At this, the boy scowled. "That's ridiculous. I never did such a thing with Selphie! And even if I was going to do her, I would do it in a much more classy place than a motel!" he spat out. "How insulting."
Momentarily shocked, the crowd stilled. Finally, a reporter said, "So you deny all rumors about you and Selphie?"
His stone demeanor cracking, Riku growled out a "yes."
God, I'm going to have to kill someone when I'm done with this.
"Riku, you've been getting involved in much too many scandals as of late."
Riku glared at his agent, a longhaired beauty by the name of Aerith. As to accentuate her stern mood, Aerith's hair was pulled into a stiff bun as opposed to her normal long braid. After the press conference, he had been called into his agent's office, informed that she had something to discuss with him. How unexpected that she would be scolding him about his infamous scandals that seemed to haunt him.
"I know that a lot of them have been fabrications but you know that they can still decrease your popularity. This last scandal labeled you as a home-wrecker! The paparazzi are everywhere. You've got to be careful who you meet up with, Riku."
He knew that his softhearted agent was only trying to look out for him but all of the bad publicity and constant questioning had irritated him to no ends and Aerith's additional nagging wasn't helping.
"Look, Aerith, I know OK? So just let me deal with it and stop bugging me about it."
His agent gave a defeated sigh. "OK, Riku. Just be careful. You know that I'm just worried about you."
Guilt tugged at his heart at Aerith's kind tone. "Yeah, I know."
Aerith smiled. "Well, on to better news!"
Riku cocked his head, questioning. "There's something else you want to discuss with me?"
"Of course! I wouldn't bring you to my office just to warn you about the paparazzi!" she said matter-of-factly. "Riku, you've been offered a role by the world renowned director, Squall Leonheart!"
On a sunny mid afternoon, one boy trudged dejectedly along the sidewalk.
"I can't believe they took everything. I can't believe they repossessed my car and kicked me out of my apartment." His voice began to escalate. "I can't believe I got fired from my job. So what if I gave free food to the homeless? And let the stray cats drink milkshakes? My heart's not made of STONE!"
The boy screamed a yell of frustration and collapsed onto the sidewalk, muttering about evil, cuddly kittens.
"Man, what am I gonna do? I'm basically homeless. Homeless!" The boy clutched his unruly brown locks and brought his head down to his knees. "And I don't have anywhere to go. Everyone is back home at Destiny Island and I'm too broke to pay for long distance calling… Why did I ever decide to move to Twilight Town?" He gave one last pitiful groan before falling into a thoughtful silence.
A soft rustling caught his attention. He tilted his face up and noticed a newspaper in front of him.
"Newspaper…might as well check out the 'help wanted' ads," the boy sighed.
He outstretched his arm and snatched the bundle of paper before a breeze could carry it away. Flipping through the paper, he located the Classified Ads section. Skimming through the numerous ads, he found those for 'help wanted.' He scanned through the list.
"Let's see…'Moving men.' Nah, requires moving heavy stuff…'Hot, sexy, brunette willing to participate in sexual fantasies.' Uhh…yeah, not the kind of help I was thinking of…what's this? 'Housekeeper wanted. Will provide housing. Pay is negotiable.' Housekeeping? Sounds like something I could do. Plus a roof over my head! Then I won't have to worry about getting an apartment."
The boy grinned. Maybe things were finally turning around for him! He hastily ripped out the ad and shoved it into his pocket. Standing up with reborn hope, he strutted over to the nearest trashcan and tossed the newspaper.
Thinking for a moment, he stuck his hand down his pocket and took out the scrap of paper.
"I don't have any change for a pay phone, so I guess I gotta go find the place."
Wallowing in his pitiful state of not even having the money for a 50-cent phone call, he studied the address, figuring where to go. He once again shoved the scrap into this pocket and marched determinedly to his destination.
"Squall Leonhart? That stuck up son of a bitch?" A look of disbelief crossed Riku's face as he leaned forward in his chair. "He actually offered me a role? Huh. That's something," he finished, allowing himself to slump in the chair.
Aerith frowned. "Now there's no need to call him that now, Riku. He's a genius and you know it."
"Yeah, yeah, a stuck-up one at that. So what's the movie about?" Riku waved his hand dismissively, not realizing the hypocrisy in his comment.
Aerith's frowned instantly transformed to an eager smile. After digging around in her suitcase, she handed him a packet.
"Here's the script. I read the story earlier and I thought it to be such a touching one."
Riku grunted in response, lazily skimming through the long script. "I'll go through it when I get home and I'll tell you what I think tomorrow, 'kay?"
Aerith nodded in agreement. "Go ahead and go home." She checked her wristwatch. "My, it's gotten late. I guess that press conference took longer than we thought it would. Make sure you get some rest."
"Yeah, I will."
Riku stood up and began heading to the door.
"Oh wait, Riku!"
He paused and turned his head. "Hm?"
"I heard you just moved into a new place. How are you liking it?" Aerith queried.
"Ah, it's great. Pretty big for one person but it has a great view," replied Riku with a lopsided grin.
"That's good to hear. I might just pop by sometime and check out that great view of yours. Well, go on home now, Riku, and I'll see you tomorrow."
Riku nodded and with that, left her office.
The brunet groaned to himself. He had meandered through Twilight Town, diligently searching for the house and after a good two hours, he had managed to find it. He yipped with joy and even jumped to click his heels together, relieved that his efforts weren't for naught.
Taking a deep breath, he walked up to the door and managed to summon enough courage to knock on the door. No response. He knocked again. Still, nothing. The boy searched around the door for a doorbell and finally found one. Pushing it, he heard the soft "ding, dong" chorus inside the house. Yet no one opened the door.
"Ahh, I walked all over the town for this house and the guy isn't even home!" the boy whined.
Worn out, the boy sat on the steps, deciding to wait for the owner to return home.
"He's gotta come back home sometime, right?"
Riku pulled up into his driveway in the early hours of the night. After his meeting with Aerith, he had drove around the town, allowing him to relax and had eventually ended up on Sunset Hill. He stayed to watch the sunset (although he didn't' know why since the town always appeared to be stuck in twilight—thus the name), before finally heading home.
Mentally exhausted from the events earlier in the day, Riku wanted nothing else than to collapse on his bed and sleep. Sleep long and hard.
He plodded towards his door and as he began to climb the steps, his foot met on something that wasn't quite stone.
'OUCH! That hurt!" cried a voice from below.
Riku alarmingly looked down and found a boy bundled on his steps.
Great. A bum decides to make my steps his bed.
Annoyed, Riku unceremoniously kicked the boy out of his way.
"Get outta here," he said gruffly.
After recovering from the blow, the boy peered at the man with wide blue eyes. Riku was taken aback.
Man, he's got some nice eyes. Such a deep blue… Wait, did I just admire some bum's eyes? I need some sleep...
Riku shook his head free of his thoughts. He then glared at the boy who had not moved despite his command. "What are you waiting for? Get outta here!"
And then he blew up. "YOU JERK!"
Riku jumped nearly five feet in the air from the brunet's outburst.
"I've been waiting for hours for you to get home and you just kick me like I'm some dog—would which be rather cruel so you better never do that to a dog or any animal, mind you—and then demand me to 'get outta here' like a cold-hearted asshole?" The boy inhaled deeply and ran his fingers through his locks, slowly calming himself of his frustration. Riku merely stood in shock.
A few moments later, the boy collected himself. "Sorry for just yelling like that. I haven't been having the best of days," muttering the last part to himself. "The reason why I came here was because I saw your ad for a housekeeper and I wanted to apply."
Riku stared at the brunet in front of him. What was wrong with this kid? Was he bipolar or something? One second he's bitching his ass off and the next he's all calm. Crazy kid.
"I'm not hiring a housekeeper."
He froze. "What?"
"I'm not hiring a housekeeper," Riku repeated.
"B-but, I saw the ad in the newspaper. And it included this address," the boy said in disbelief. "You've gotta be kidding me…Look, if this is about my little tantrum earlier, I'm really sorry about that. I'll make up for it ok?"
Riku shook his head. "Lemme see this ad of yours."
The boy obeyed and handed him the scrap of paper from his pocket. Riku studied the address briefly. "This isn't my address."
"It's not?" the brunet said dejectedly.
"It says here '5th Avenue North.' I live on '5th Avenue South.' This place is way across town. What kind of idiot would confuse north and south?"
The boy glared at Riku before giving a sigh of despair. "I can't believe it. I gotta go all the way across town? And it's dark now so I'd probably get raped along the way. Why me…."
Riku raised an eyebrow, amused. "What's your name?" he asked curiously.
The boy awoke himself from his grumbles and flashed a smile. "My name? It's Sora." He extended a hand. "Nice to meet you! And you are?"
Riku ignored the hand, a bit put off. "You don't know who I am?"
Sora looked at him confused. "Am I supposed to know who you are?"
"You serious?"
"Ummm…"
"Does superstar model ring a bell? How about breakthrough actor?" Riku hammered.
Still baffled, Sora guessed, "Gackt?"
Riku smashed his head on the door. Sora rushed to his side, asking if he was all right.
"I can't believe it, I'm a star and you don't know who I am? I'm Riku! Riku! The sex god celebrity!" Said 'sex god' rubbed his head furiously.
'Sex god celebrity?' This guy has one oversized ego.
"Ah, sorry, Riku. I don't really keep up with pop cul—" Sora gasped, "You're Riku?"
Riku smirked. I knew it. Who could not know who I am? He thought to himself rather vainly.
"You're the one who slept with Selphie Tilmitt?!?" Sora squealed accusingly, while pointing at the silver haired boy.
The smirk fell from Riku's face and he once again smashed his head on the door. "You're shitting me. That's how you know me?"
"Ahh, how could you ruin a marriage like that?!? Shame on you, Riku, SHAME!"
Riku sighed, irritation finally reaching its peak. "Go home, you idiot. I'm tired of talking to you."
At this, Sora stilled. He immediately quieted and bowed his head, depressed. Softly, he whispered, "I don't have a home to go back to…"
Still angry, Riku replied, "So what? Not my problem," and entered his home, slamming the door behind him.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the first installment of "Strawberry Scented Shampoo!" Please review! I'd love any feedback. Till Chapter Two, tah tah!
