A/N: I've been telling myself for weeks now that I shouldn't write this, because I have too much school work and too much else on my mind to focus on it entirely. However, I haven't been able to stop thinking about this story and writing for those aforementioned weeks. And so, I've taken this as a sign and decided to just write it :) diplomatic thinking ftw huh?
Anyway, here's all the disclaimer lark saying yeah, I don't own kingdom hearts or it's characters since they are all property of Square-Enix and Disney, but if I did, I'd be totally made ;)
Placing his last shirt gently into his new drawer, Riku let out a gentle sigh. All packing unpacked, check. Turning back to his new bed in his new bedroom in his new house, he began zipping up the suitcase which had carried his entire life in so securely during the nine hour he had just endured. Compacting it down, he slid the thing beneath his aforementioned new bed, before looking around a little. The room was a stark contrast to the plain white walls it had been when he had first arrived in the morning. With his posters up the room now looked, like home at least. Though, Riku couldn't fight the knot in his stomach that craved the familiarity of Russia. Outside, sun shone relentlessly through the large French window of his bedroom. The golden rays were something Riku was not entirely used to seeing so much, after all, the weather in Russia was less than up to parr with most peoples standards when it came to suitable and pleasant weather. Yet, Riku craved the weather back. Something, anything that reminded him of his true home would have made him feel more at ease.
But there was no snow, no cold wind nipping at your nose. There was nothing Russian about where he lived now, and it was a fact he was going to have to become used to. He sighed gently, looking out the window again for a moment, before a gentle tapping at his new bedroom door brought him back to reality.
"Riku?" His younger sister poked her head slowly round the door, and smiling warmly at her, Riku outstretched his arms. He welcomed her in a tight hug as Alina ran into his arms, tears streaked down her face. No doubt, the extremity of being ripped from her usual home to now being somewhere so utterly different had finally settled in. She shuddered sadly in his arms, and placing a hand on the back of her head, Riku listened as her four year old voice drifted to his ears. Her accent a portion stronger than his light accent.
"I don't want to be here. I miss mama. I miss our house!" Alina sniffled, and Riku sighed gently, placing her down so she sat on his bed. Setting himself down next to her he placed a hand on the back of her head, coming close and rubbing his nose against hers in an Eskimo kiss. On cue, she closed her eyes, allowing him to bring his own eyes close to hers and flutter his them open and closed quickly, making her giggle at the tickling sensation. "Eskimo. Butterfly." It had become routine for Riku to do this to calm her, and of course it worked, and her sniffles had become less now thanks to his tenderness. When she was calmer, he finally spoke, letting her play with a lock of his long hair as she had always done even since she was a baby. It was soothing for Riku to have her do that, just like his Eskimo and butterfly were soothing to her.
"I know this is scary Lina, but you have to understand this is our house now. You haven't really given it much of a chance have you?" He looked down at his sister, who guiltily shook her head, sticking out her bottom lip as she did so. Riku laughed a throaty laugh, shaking his head gently in agreement. "You can't say you don't want to be here if you haven't even tried it first. I'm sure this place will be just as nice as our house. Plus, we have a garden now, and I'm sure if you put your mind to it Lina, you could have so many adventures here. We could together yes?" His sister seemed to brighten, and laughing lightly as she nuzzled close to him for comfort, Riku placed an arm round her. He let her sit there playing with his hair for a little longer, before eventually she grew tired of it.
"Can we explore the garden Riku?" She stuck out her bottom lip, and who was Riku to refuse. He nodded, and quickly she bounded off, not waiting for him to follow, seemingly not noticing that Riku hadn't mentioned anything about her missing their mother. He felt a knot in his stomach, and letting out a long breath, he tried to get rid of it. He didn't need that stress, not with the prospect of going to a new school in the morning lurking. He pushed thoughts of his mother and Russia from his mind, and after a long moment, ran to join his sister in the garden, who was staring eye to eye with a frog as if she had never seen one before.
Crime was an itchy mother fucker. It was something that Sora wished people would have told him before they clamped him with an electronic tag, and as he reached for what he had labeled his 'scratching ruler', he couldn't help but think life was a little bit unfair that way. People tended to withhold information from him, information which in the real would be considered vital, necessary. Polite even to just divulge. It wasn't like he was requesting a million page guide on the thing which sat presently around his thin ankle, but he would have appreciated some prior warning. Just a small 'this might itch' would have sufficed. Instead he got nothing. Still, his angst and cusses at the itch and the world and the unfairness of it all soon began to dissolve as he slipped the ruler between the skin of his ankle and the strong metal casing of the tag, moving the ruler up and down in a scratching motion that sent shivers up his leg, causing him to twitch a little in relief.
"Oh god...yeah...that's good." Sora fluttered his eyes closed, biting the end of his tongue gently as he continued to scratch. Needless to say it drew attention towards him, but for that relief filled moment, Sora didn't care. He was too lost, to captivated by the satisfaction he felt at no longer feeling like a mosquito had slipped underneath his skin and bitten him, making him itch where he couldn't get at it. Opening his eyes after a moment, he noticed several of his classmates turning to look at him, some with arched eyebrows and most with pure looks of disgust on their faces. He couldn't really blame them, not for looking or for being disgusted; after all, it wasn't every day one of your classmates got tagged and sentenced with a curfew, the sort of curfew where if you broke it, then all hell would soon follow. It wasn't quite house arrest, but it was enough to make his world even smaller than it already felt. Though what really did anger him about the looks, was that they hadn't always been there. Once upon a time, a long long time ago, those same people had liked him profusely. Oh how fickle high school kids could be. Sora was almost ashamed to be one of them.
"Sorry. I had an itch" Sora's lame excuse earned him tuts and tsks from the entire class, with the exception of one cool headed blonde who sat back in his chair, smirking a little at Sora in a way that said 'I'm cool with it, so the whole world soon will be too'. Sora cast a glance at Roxas, returning the smirk, only to have to have it die quickly on his lips. He appreciated his friend trying to keep the atmosphere light by finding some amusement in the situation, but Sora couldn't help but think, what was there to find amusing? Sure, it would probably be pretty funny if he was the third party watching in as some kid scratched obsessively at the skin underneath an electronic tag, he'd be rolling on the floor with hysterics. Laughing the sort of laughter that hurt your stomach and made you feel like you had done about four hundred stomach crunches. But...Sora wasn't the third party. He was the first. It was happening to him, and he wasn't sure if he was entirely comfortable with that thought just yet, even though it had been almost three months. It was just the sort of thing that you never got used to, no matter how many stickers you decorated the thing with, or however many rulers you had broken in the process to scratch. Sora sighed lightly, looking down at his math book gazing at the numbers but not really seeing them. Sora wasn't good at math, that was why he was a writer. Every time he looked at numbers he felt as if he were being asked to calculate the trajectory of a rocket to mars. But none the less he locked his eyes onto the numbers, trying desperately to avoid the stares that were shot his way. He knew what people were saying, he knew unquestionably what they were thinking, because after all, he was thinking it too.
How the hell did you get into this mess Sora?
Sora couldn't help but scoff a little, remaining with his eyes glued to the pointless numbers on his page until the bell rang signaling the end of class. He couldn't have grabbed his books quick enough, shoveling them hard into his rucksack, before swinging it equally as violently over his shoulder. Pushing passed classmates, or rather, sliding passed them as they parted before he was moses and they were the red sea, he sided next to Roxas, leaning against the wall as the boy collected his things, engaging him in a somewhat too cool for the world tone of voice.
"How's your itch?" Sora could tell Roxas was biting back laughter, and rolling his eyes, he shrugged nonchalantly.
"Well and truly scratched like any itch should be?" Sora offered, cocking an eyebrow. Roxas rolled his eyes at the sarcasm.
"How like you Sora to come up with such a sarcastic and equally as idiotic answer." It was true, Sora could be pretty acrimonious when the occasion called for it, but Roxas made it sound as if sarcasm was the only language Sora knew. It wasn't, but when dealing with Roxas, it was a close call.
"Well, I thought any stark change to my personality might confuse you. And since we all know you have the brain capacity of a teaspoon, I decided to keep it simple. Besides, sarcasm helps prevent you from telling people what you really think of them. I'm not sure you're ready for the truth..." Sora answered Roxas flatly. The boy couldn't help but laugh at the routine banter they shared, and throwing his bag over his shoulder he punched Sora gently in the shoulder as they made their way from the class room. Sora couldn't remember a time when he and Roxas hadn't been friends, it was something he had come to appreciate more than anyone could comprehend. Pushing his brown hair from his eyes and nodding a little, he realized that he might even go as far to say that Roxas was one of his best friends, even if he didn't listen to him when he spoke 95% of the time.
"---I mean, I'd heard the rumors about him in bed but jeez, I was expecting quite that much scratching. You should see my back, it's like passion of the Christ back there!" Sora nodded a little, turning a little green at the last part of the sentence which was the only part Sora had actually caught. Still, you didn't have to listen to the whole conversation to know what Roxas was talking about. The blonde seemed to pick up on Sora's lack of enthusiasm in the conversation, and cocking an eyebrow he scoffed, somewhat offended. "Am I boring you chatty Cathy?"
"It's not that. Just the idea of discussing your many sexual conquests sort of makes me nauseous. Not something I need right before lunch." Really, the idea of discussing anyones sexual conquests made him feel slightly off color. He just wasn't a PDA sort of person. Roxas grumbled, and Sora couldn't help but laugh at the maturity of the boys actions. Truly, he acted about 12. No offense to 12 year olds meant, but the long and short of it was that Roxas was in no way a beacon of teenage maturity.
"Jealousy is not befitting on you Sora."
"But apparently thick as bricks is befitting to you Roxy." Sora smirked, laughing and earning himself another punch from the blonde, who slowly began to sink into sulk mode as they made their way to the cafeteria. Sora was grateful though for the silence, it gave him some time to contemplate, a past time he had suddenly become accustomed too. However, with Roxas silence never lasted long, and as quickly as it had come it was gone again, being replaced by Roxas rambling on about nothing of much importance. Just like most conversations involving Roxas. Sora tuned out for a moment, placing his hands behind his head as they walked. Roxas rambled on still, and even as they waited in the line for food, of which Sora piled high on his plate as per usual, Sora failed to listen. He only looked around the large food hall, searching for his regular place to sit, which all students especially avoided in preparation. You'd think he had some contagious disease instead of an electronic police tag by the way people acted. Still, Sora looked to his normal table anyway, and instantly needed a double take.
What the...
There, sitting in his seat, at his table, was a tall silver haired boy whom he had never seen before. His throat tightened in confusion. He felt his hands tremble a little, unsteady under the pressure of his tray that he was grasping hard. Did the boy not know where he was sitting? Or did he know completely, and just had no regard for whether or not someone was wearing a tag? The prospect that someone might actually fail to be prejudice in this hell hole filled Sora with a peculiar feeling of hope, and his eyebrow twitched a little in curiosity. Roxas sided up next to him, half a fry hanging from his mouth. He looked at Sora, then following his eyesight, looked at the silver haired newcomer at their table. He then looked back to Sora, then to the table, then to Sora. A smirk crossed his lips as Sora stuttered slightly over his words.
"W-who is that?" Sora's throat felt dry, his tongue felt like it had become a dead weight in his mouth, and his eyes had become wider than saucers. It was possibly the least attractive face anyone could pull, trust it to be Sora who was pulling it.
"That's Riku Ivana. As in..." He paused thoughtfully, then nodded in a seedy, sleazy way. "Ivana piece of that!" He laughed at his own attempt at humour, and casting his a glance, Sora cocked his eyebrow even further, if that was at all possible without it coming straight off his face.
"Where did you get that joke, lamejokes .com?"
Roxas smirked, retorting quickly. "Yeah, right where you got that one too." Sora opened his mouth to respond, but fell silent before he could. He had to admit, that was a good comeback. Speechless, he rolled his eyes a little, looking back to the boy now known as Riku. He was hunched over as if he were looking at something, something which aroused curiosity in Sora. Funnily enough, that wasn't the only thing aroused in Sora...
Oh god. That's awkward.
Clearing his throat hastily, Roxas brought Sora back to the real world, and for once as the blonde spoke, Sora actually found himself listening. They were right when they said there was a first time for everything.
"Apparently he's just transferred here from Moscow. Of course he's totally gorgeous, but also has the brains as well as beauty. From what I hear he's all A grades and honor roll. His dad's one of the top businessmen in Russia, worth over a million. He's been number two on the most eligible bachelors list three years running. Drives a Mercedes and, as for sexual preference..." Roxas smirked a little, now focusing his eyes on Riku in a more predatory way than Sora was, running his tongue a little over his teeth in what Sora could only gather was meant to be somewhat sexually alluring. It failed, but he hadn't the heart to tell him. "I'd say he's a bottom."
"You are such a stalker. It's slightly worrying." Roxas beamed, taking Sora's comment as a compliment despite that it clearly wasn't. Laughing lightly, Sora watched as Roxas pranced towards Riku and their table, sitting himself down in front of the silver haired wonder and engaging quickly in a conversation. Figures, Roxas had always been the more approachable of the two, so it was no wonder the pair seemed to get talking so quickly. Riku even had Roxas laughing, though that wasn't hard. Roxas was so easily impressed, he would probably laugh at anything. Still, Sora couldn't help but think that Riku hadn't pushed Roxas away, so a nice guy he might be. Sora wanted to find out for himself, but he couldn't help but feel rooted to the spot. Ever wary of letting new people in, he couldn't help but think that Riku would shun him as soon as he found out about the infamous tag. Looking down at his ankle, Sora sighed gently. This thing was more trouble than it was truly worth.
Had it not been for the large rumble that resounded loudly from his stomach, Sora would have turned away and left the cafeteria. Left Roxas, and Riku and gone to sit in his next class, scratching away. But his hunger got the best of him, and cautiously he approached his far too crowded usual table. Up close, Riku was spectacular to look at. His skin was pale and cold looking like ice, though his bright green eyes held enough warmth and color to make up for what he lacked in skin tone. His hair, long and silver looked soft to touch, and while Sora found himself restraining to run his fingers through it, Roxas apparently had no problem going in for a feel.
"I mean, it's just such a warm shade of silver. I honestly can't believe it's natural." Sora was pretty sure you couldn't get a warm shade of silver, though he was surprised by Roxas's comments. The boy would say anything if he wanted to get some action. Sora rolled his eyes a little, sitting down a seat away from the pair and tucking into his food, though he found himself somewhat distracted, every now and then looking up to watch Riku for a moment.
"So tell me, what brings you to our side of the pond? Russia too cold?" Roxas smiled, laughing in a big to seem once again, sexually alluring. Sora almost choked on a fry at the attempt, but luckily enough, disguised it as a cough/clearing his throat sort of action. But there was no denying what he saw. Riku looked in his direction, smiling a little in amusement.
Oh god. He's looking right at you. Don't look, just keep your eyes firmly on your food and keep quiet. That's it Sora, good job, Just stay really still and maybe he will think you aren't really there. Or that you've died and he won't need to talk to you. Just, whatever you do, don't look at him. Fuck, you looked. Why did you look? Now this is going to be seven shades of awkward and it's all because you couldn't keep your damn eyes to yourself!
"What's your name?" That voice brought Sora out of his inner ramblings, and narrow eyed he looked over to see a smiling Riku, leaning forward in his direction, as if he had to do so to get an answer from Sora. Sora couldn't believe how beautiful and green his eyes were. Sora couldn't breathe, no matter how much he wanted to take air into his lungs, it just wasn't happening. So he simply stopped breathing, just sitting there red faced and narrow eyed. Riku cocked an eyebrow, smiling again in that stupid amused grin. That was something Sora didn't like about the boy. It was an obnoxiously tiny grin which didn't suit his face and actually made him look somewhat pathetic, stupid even. If he was meant to be as intelligent as Roxas had said, he sure wasn't making himself appear that way. Sora summarized that he was probably doing that for one of two reasons. One: he wanted to appear stupid so he wouldn't be pestered for being a nerd and would therefore make himself more popular, ergo, actually making him a pretty stupid person indeed. Or two: he had no real concept of just how horrible a grin it was, and actually thought it was attractive, ergo, also making him a pretty stupid and clueless person. Either way, Sora found himself doubting the boys apparent intelligence.
"This here is Sora "Silent as the grave" Strife. Don't be put off by his lack of words, he's not as bad as he looks." Roxas spoke, placing a hand over the side of his mouth as if he were divulging some huge secret to Riku that Sora wasn't meant to hear. Sora didn't glance up from his food which he had now begun boring a hole into with his eyes once more. Had he been looking, he would have seen the corner of Riku's mouth upturn in amusement.
"Sora." He's saying your name. Still, it didn't send shivers up his spine like Sora had anticipated, in fact, it did the opposite. It wasn't that Riku had a horrible voice, but for some reason, his name didn't sound very pleasant the way he said it. Through his light Russian accent the a sounded a little strange. Sora didn't move, or make any sudden attempt to show he had acknowledged Riku. "It's a nice name. I'm Riku." Again, there was no movement on his part, and after a while Riku seemed to have got the message. Sora felt a little deflated when Riku returned to talking to Roxas intently. Why couldn't that be him? Why couldn't he just give in and engage himself in the conversation? Somehow, pride and caution wouldn't let him. So instead he just sat there, silently listening to what the two were saying, occasionally stealing glances at Riku when the boy wasn't looking. He was surprisingly fascinated by the boy, even if he did appear to be less intelligent than Roxas had portrayed him.
God, how much would you love to nibble on that utterly fantastic jawline?
Sora almost choked again, and with a slight grunt of disapproval, pushed himself up from where he sat and began to stalk away. He heard Roxas call his name a little confused, and for a second he almost thought it had been Riku saying his name. Though, he didn't turn round to see, and merely carried on walking with his hands thrust hard in his pockets, clenched into fists. How rude it was of this boy to just pop up and start making him feel all strange. It wouldn't do, and Sora made a mental note as he walked and was watched by the majority of students as he did, that he would have to begin avoiding Riku Ivana and his perfect jawline at all costs. For the sake of his own sanity at least.
"I can't believe you didn't just love the first day back after summer." Sora bundled himself into his car as Roxas continued to talk. While there was a suitable adjective to describe Sora, such as inept, there was nothing that was ever quite extreme enough to describe Roxas. Standing at 6'1, with broad shoulders and a fine mass of thick blonde hair atop his head, he was one of the best looking boys Sora knew. Everything he did was usually so perfect that Sora couldn't help but wander if maybe it was bordering on criminal. Either way, it was unfair that Sora hadn't been there the day they handed out all the perfect, since Roxas seemed to have acclaimed it all.
"What's to be excited about exactly? The idea of school just makes me want to run to the nearest noose." Sora pushed the chair back, trying to accommodate his long legs in the tiny sports car that Roxas proudly called 'Baby'. It was one of those cars with rich Italian leather interior, and it didn't need a key. All it required was a simple press of a button and hey presto, the world was your oyster to drive like a psycho in. What really irked Sora about the car, was that there were no backseats. What kind of car had no seats? More importantly, what was the point of a car that had no backseats? Sora didn't know about everyone else, but the backseat was where most of his life was, he tossed all the important stuff into the backseat, and while some casualties did occur and Sora would never find the odd piece of work or the odd key ever again, it was where most of his valuable possessions rested. And his backpack. Now, he was forced to squash it between his legs, mumbling in that miserable old man tone he had come to acquire before his time, about the lack of spacial awareness when it came to cars. There just simply was no enough room. For his bags or his legs, which themselves weren't exceptionally long. Compared to Roxas's long legs, Sora's were tree stumps. Though Roxas did have exceptionally long limbs. Hell, Roxas himself was just an elongated being. Sora had no idea how he got into the car so easily since his legs were a great deal larger than his. Knees essentially tucked under his chin, he glanced at Roxas who, of course, slid graciously and perfectly into the drivers seat, looking seven shades of elegant as he did so. Sora hated him for a moment. Why can't I look like that getting into a car?
"Wow, that's bleak." Roxas cocked an eyebrow, staring at Sora as if he were from another planet. Sora didn't appreciate it one bit, though he couldn't deny that the feeling of Roxas staring so intently at him made him feel a little giddy, hot even. Blushing a little Sora looked away. It was true, sometimes his thoughts were a little bleak, but he couldn't help it. He just didn't enjoy school quite as much as everyone else. He didn't stand out at school as anyone extraordinary, so he just sort of slid right through, getting on with it as quietly as he could. It was nothing personal to the people there, it was just...how things were. Clearing his throat a little, he tried to appear unfathered, though the feelings were still there in the pit of his stomach. He looked up to see Roxas caught in mid sentence, talking as if Sora had actually been paying attention. Funny, he'd barely even noticed the boy start the car and begin the drive to school, how did he miss something like that? "--and we're seniors now too. Surely that's gotta cheer you up right? I mean, theres so many perks now. We start school later, we leave earlier, we can go off campus during the day..."
"We don't have to come back next year?" Sora chipped in, that was by far his favourite among the list of high school senior privileges. Roxas shrugged, nodding a little in agreement, even if he didn't completely agree.
"Sure. If that's your silver lining." Roxas beamed, and Sora shook his head dumbfounded by the moments pause before Roxas returned to listing the perks of senior year. As Sora listened to him, the sound of the boys voice told him he would probably never leave. Why would he want to, he had a name at school, a place even. To Roxas, leaving school was not a perk, but to Sora it was the one prospect keeping him going. He wasn't going to miss high school in the least, and the idea of leaving it brought new opportunities to Sora. He would finally be free to get out of this town, this small suffocating town where turning a corner meant you ended up straight back on your doorstep. He sighed a little, resting his head against the car window and focusing on the scenery as it zipped passed. School was only minutes away now, and Sora couldn't help but just sigh.
Yeah, that's my silver lining alright.
"And plus, we have some new talent this year." Roxas wiggled his eyebrows, and that caught Sora's attention. Talent? What? He inwardly pleaded with the gods not to let Roxas say that one name he had been desperately trying to erase from his memory. But apparently, no gods were listening to him. "Riku Ivana. Oh what I would do to you..." Roxas trailed off into a land of his own, no doubt sexual, thoughts. Grunting Sora folded his arms across his chest.
"Jesus, one track mind much Roxas. I mean come on, the guy isn't that hot. And plus, he's quite clearly not the sharpest tool in the toolbox is he? He's probably going to end up like all the other kids at school, acting all self righteous holier than thou, and it's going to be a complete waste of any potential he does have, because essentially, he's just a pretty face. Trust me, I can tell. So here's what I think of Riku Ivana, nothing. Because he's going to end up just like everybody else. Mark my words Roxas, he's a clone." Sora exploded. All the frustration he had been holding in all day about everything, not just Riku, though 75% of it was his brief exchange with the boy that had frustrated him, came pouring out in one long string of verbal vomit. Out of breath, Sora huffed, only seconds later to be followed by the screeching of tires. He looked across at Roxas, who looked...annoyed? Narrowing his eyes at Sora, Roxas extended a long finger, thrusting it in his face.
"Now you listen to me Mr Strife. I've had just about enough of your 'I'm so hard done by' attitude, and while I'm normally accepting of your pessimism, today, I just can't be fucked with it." He huffed a little, and reaching over, pulled the door handle on Sora's door, opening it wide at the sidewalk. "So on that note, you can walk home."
Oh god, this is classic.
"Are you seriously throwing me out of your car?"
"Yes, yes I am. I'm sorry Sora, but this might be good for you. The walk will teach you something." Roxas looked almost sincere now, like he actually believed himself and what he was saying.
"What? That you're a terrible friend for leaving me stranded on the sidewalk?" Sora raised an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes a little after as Roxas just shrugged, acting as cool as you like about the whole situation.
"Maybe. All I know, is that if you stay in my car, you will drive me insane. And I don't look good in crazy. So please, mind your head on the way out and exit the vehicle." He sounded so professional, that Sora thought maybe Roxas had done this before.
"This is bullshit." Sora grabbed his bag from between his legs, awkwardly getting out of the car in a fit of anger, which he was trying hard to suppress. Slamming the door behind him, he stood, looking through the electric window as it opened up to allow Roxas to peek through. The boy smirked now, obviously pleased with himself.
"Consider it more of an intervention. A time for reflection. A time for some much needed self assessment even!" Sora narrowed his eyes, tempted to flip him off, but instead keeping his hands balled tight into fists. Roxas smirked once more, pressing one of his fancy buttons in his fancy car and rolling the window up, shutting Sora out before hastily making a getaway before the brunette had a chance to jump on top of the car, demanding a ride home. But, it would be wasted energy, and flinging his bag over his shoulder, Sora sighed. Thunder cracked through the air, and slowly rain began to trickle from the sky above.
Note to self: Find new best friend.
Cussing Roxas under his breath, Sora began his walk towards home, his brown hair sagging and matting to his face as the rain became harder. This, he found, really summed up his life. If this was what Roxas had intended to happen, to show him that his life was just one long walk home in the rain with no jacket or umbrella, then Roxas deserved an award for his success. The rain increased a little more, and hugging his arms tight around him, Sora tried to ignore the cold stabbing of the wind as it brushed against his wet skin. Summer was most definitely over, that was for sure. Sighing a little, Sora made several mental notes to pass the time of the long walk. Caught up in his thoughts, he barely gave recognition to the beeping of a cars horn, or said car siding up the sidewalk next to him. He barely even noticed the electric window wind down in similar fashion to how Roxas's had. Still, when he did realize, Sora cocked an eyebrow. From inside, a face, one he never really wanted to see or welcomed for that matter of fact, peered back at him stricken with worry as he took in Sora's wet state.
"Do you need a ride Sora?" The way his voice sounded in that stupid accent of Riku's made Sora's blood boil. Why did he make it sound so common, so stupid a name by saying the a for a little to long? Did he have no general grasp on the English language? Sora shook his head silently, wrapping his arms tighter around him. He'd be damned if he was getting in the car with Riku Ivana in this lifetime, or the next.
"Sora. Please." And with the final please, Riku flashed his startling eyes towards Sora in all seriousness. And Sora's resolved crumbled, and before he knew it, he was buckling himself into the front seat of what was not a Mercedes, but an obviously second hand car which had seen obviously, better days.
I guess Roxas was wrong.