Yay, here you guys go. Summer, so hopefully this one'll be better than our last one...
This idea's been in our head for a few weeks now but eh, by now y'all should all know our motivation issues.
Anyway, enjoy and review! :D
Disclaimer: I hate doing this :( ...it makes us sad inside. Do you really think if we owned anyone from KH that we'd be writing this? And by the way, I didn't get this for my birthday. Thanks...
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EASY MONEY
"I'm hoping that this is an easy job for you, but I'm not gonna make promises," the woman said, waving her hand to flip the bottom of her hair over her shoulder. "He can be a bit of a handful sometimes."
"He has a specific bedtime, which is 8 and do not let him skip his homework, that is completed as soon as he comes home from school," a man said, tightening his tie while leaning into the doorway to jump into the conversation.
"Yes dear, I was getting there, please finish getting ready. It is unusual for me to be done first," she said with a giggle. "If you follow me over to the kitchen, I can show you what I have set aside for his dinner… Oh, you can cook, right?" The other person nodded their head in agreement and she promptly continued. "Okay, well I just make some macaroni and cheese with some sort of vegetable. The only one he seems to like is green beans and if that boy tries to tell you to let him watch TV, DON'T. He is not allowed to until all the food is gone, and please keep his food in proportions. I don't want the boy to get fat. That means no snacks, no seconds, and definitely no desserts. We do have some sweets in the fridge, but he knows they're mommy and daddy's, although you're allowed to one if you please." To emphasis her point, she held up one finger while slightly waving it back and forth.
"Dear? Dear? Where are you...? Oh well, let's go, I'm ready."
A small head was peaking over the stairs with small little spikes protruding in the air. He had his head out enough just to see the commotion going on down stairs. Noticing a new glow being reflected from the lights in the house, the little boy scooted down a few steps, a tall figure with long silver hair catching his eye.
"We don't know when we'll be back from dinner, but hopefully not too late, probably around 2 or 3. There's a spare room we have prepared for you, my husband and I will probably be too exhausted to take him to school in the morning. That's also your job here, to make sure he gets to school on time. Make him some eggs or something for breakfast with a glass of milk. I want the boy to keep up his strength. He should know the drill by now. I've already told you where to pick him up from school. It's right by your college, so I'm assuming that won't be a problem, especially since we're providing you room and board and payment for taking care of our son."
"Honey, come on, we're going to be late. I don't want them talking at the office," the man said impatiently. "The car's already out front and I don't want to keep the driver waiting any longer."
"Yes dear," the woman sighed, turning on her heel towards the door. "The boy should be coming down soon from his bath," she called over her shoulder. Out of nowhere, a small hand grabbed the hem of her dress, stopping her movements.
"Mommy… Where are you and daddy going?"
"Out sweetie," she whispered ruffling her hand through his hair. "Mommy and daddy will be home before you know it," a smile cracking her face.
"Really?" He asked while his eyes widened.
"Yes sweetie."
"But… but… Who is that pretty girl with long hair?"
Fingers already slipping out of his hair, her gaze was already back on the silver haired figure. "Oh yes," she called out. "I forgot to mention to put his pull ups on before he goes to sleep. He tends to wet the bed when mommy and daddy are out."
Watching his parents finally walk out the door, the little boy heard steps coming closer and closer to him. He quickly turned around, a deep rose color spreading across his cheeks.
"Hey there kiddo!" A kind voice came from above. Looking up, the little boy watched the figure kneel down to his level. "What's your name?" He said with a smile.
"S-S-Sora." The older boys smile widened at the stuttering boy, his hand quickly finding its way to the boys uncontrollable hair.
"Well Sora, I'm Riku. From the looks of it, we'll be spending a lot of time together! Now how about some dinner?" Scooping Sora up into his arms, he carried him into the kitchen and placed him into the barstool across from the stove.
"I've never met a girl named Riku before!" Sora said, much more comfortable around his caretaker after only a few minutes. "Actually, I've never met anyone named Riku before."
"Well Sora… That's definitely because I'm not female," Riku said with an amused smirk on his face.
"Huh?"
"Female as in not like your mom." Scratching the back of his head, Riku wondered if he was wording this the right way.
"I know you're not like my mommy!" A large grin spreading across his face. "You're so much prettier than she is!"
Seeming to suddenly choke on air, Riku began coughing. "Well Sora, I'm still not a girl. I'm a boy. Like you."
"What?"
"Let's just say… we have the same downstairs mix-up." With a furrowed brow, Sora glanced down at his lap, then back up at Riku, then back down at his lap one more time, obvious confusion on his face. "Just… Let me grab your plate."
"Okay!" Sora smiled, hopping down off the barstool and making his way towards the table. After a few minutes, Riku walked over to the table, setting Sora's food down in front of him before taking his place to Sora's left.
"You know, you don't have to eat with me…" Sora said shyly, poking his food around with his fork.
"Why wouldn't I?" Riku questioned.
"Mommy and daddy don't. They eat in the other room. They say I'm not old enough to eat with them yet." Sora said finally taking a bite of his meal.
"Aw, that doesn't seem fair. How old are you?"
"I just turned 12 like 3 days ago!" The boy said smiling proudly, holding up all five fingers on both hands. "I'm almost a big kid now! But my mommy wouldn't let me have a birthday party this year… She says I'm too old for that now, but not old enough to eat with them," his smile quickly being replaced with a frown. However, before Riku could say anything, Sora's smile picked back up. "How old are you Riku!?"
"Oh, me? I'm 19. Almost 20."
"Wow! You've been in the double digits for awhile! Oh man, I wish I was as old you are Riku!" Riku loved the smile on Sora's face as he watched him go on and on about when he got to be that old. Out of habit, Riku turned to look at the clock.
"Shit! I mean shoot! It's 8:15! I gotta get you to bed Sora, you're parents are gonna flip on me! I do not need that on my first night!"
"Don't worry Riku," Sora said, standing up and grabbing Riku's hand. Dragging him up the stairs, he turned around and looked back at the older boy. "I usually don't fall asleep for a few more hours anyway." His hand still grasped in Sora's, he found himself being led through a maze of hallways. Each new turn seemed to be a repeat of the previous hall. Finally, they stopped in front of a door decorated with a sun and a cloud, Sora's name written across the center in big black letters. With a chuckle, Riku pushed the door open and walked inside the brightest room he'd ever seen. The walls were painted a bright sky blue with fluffy white clouds, the ceiling fan shaped like a sun. Clearly, Riku thought, this bedroom was decorated when Sora was younger… and hadn't changed one bit. When Sora turned around to face Riku, the walls of his room seemed to make his eyes shine brighter than Riku had seen all night.
"Aren't you gonna leave?" Sora questioned, pulling his pajamas out of a drawer.
"Oh, right. Sorry. I'll just uhh… go grab those pull ups… Where are they?"
"Hall closet," Sora whispered, a blush creeping across his face once more. Embarrassed for being 12 and still having to wear pull ups, he Looked down at his toes as he heard the door shut then reopen, a pull up being placed on his bed. Riku turned around while the younger boy changed and turned back around when he heard the rustling of sheets. Walking over to the bed, he began tucking Sora in, the red numbers "8:50" screaming at him from the corner of his eye.
"Okay Sora, looks like you got an extra hour out of tonight. This'll be our little secret, okay kiddo?" Riku said standing up and stepping away from the bed, only to get a wide grin out of Sora and an excited okay. "Try and get some sleep!" By now, Riku had flipped the light switch and was walking out the door. "Goodnight!" He whispered, slowly closing the door, leaving it open a crack.
Outside the door, Riku ran his fingers through his hair, sighing to himself. "This is the easiest way to make money. Free living and a cute kid." With a smile on his face, he made his way downstairs. On the other side of the door, Sora slowly muttered something to himself, his eyes gently closing before drifting in an early, content sleep for the first time in awhile.
"I hope daddy doesn't fire this one."
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