A Fostering Relationship

By RedBlackandWhite

 SO MUCH FEEDBACK! I'm amazed, I got a ton more feedback on this first chapter than my other story's first chapter. Okay since you like it I'll continue. I just spent 4 hours playing Dance Dance Revolution at a friend's house. I'm tired. Okay, here's chapter 2.
Cleaned this one up a bit, it's a tad better. Ignore above note.
 I don't own KH or its characters, or Alysa, redwing55 lays claim to her.
Before we cut back to reality as we know it in the kitchen, a safari into the jungle of Riku's mind seems fun. Jolly-O.

Since the age of 13, Riku has not been comfortable with his sexuality, as many of you kiddies are led to believe. Alysa living with you does a doosy on your emotions, and Riku is barely managing sorting everything out while dodging all of her malicious, usually multi-pronged, doings. So, he's pretty much open for discussion so far.

And as for telling his family? He knew that his parents wouldn't mind. They aren't super-religious people anyway. But Alysa, might as well stick a stake through his neck. Although sky-diving without a 'chute looks like a blast. But nobody needs to tell her, right?

Alrighty, safari's over. Now get out of my friggin' Jeep.

That summed up the remains of Riku's thought process as a slightly emaciated, fair-skinned 14-year-old boy walked in. His hair resembled the offspring of a football and a porcupine, while having simultaneously budded off his head. His eyes looked like huge marbles that looked like those beautiful blue ones that you always drop and lose under the loveseat.

After his brain regenerated, Riku saw that this boy, Sora, was a good 4 inches shorter than him. He also noted at how the boy's expression said "I'm a foster child. Pity me. And awkward silences don't help."

Well, a good 10 seconds passed, while Tessa and Richard waited for any signs of life from the two, hoping that Sora's lungs hadn't collapsed under the weight of the awkwardness and that his brain was shutting down.

"HI-SORA-THE-NAME'S-ALYSA-SO-NICE-TO-MEET-YOU-WE'RE-GOING-TO-HAVE-SOO-MUCH-FUN-WHAT'S-YOUR-FAVORITE-TYPE-OF-PIE-MINE'S-CHERRY-BUT-I-GET-FAT-WHEN-I-EAT-IT-BUT-IT'S-SO-WORTH-IT-FOR-THE-SUGAR-HIGH-DON'T-YOU-THINK!" Alysa shouted, gasping for air and grabbing Sora's hand and shaking it up and down with such force that Riku was sure he heard something break.

Sora blinked. The fact that this girl had just told him her name, her favorite dessert, AND her metabolic tendencies and still hadn't collapsed from lack of air made him almost positive that that qualified her as part whale or other high-lung capacity mammal, a porpoise maybe?

Riku decided to chirp in at this point.

"I'm Riku. And I require 4 feet of space at all times." He said as emotionless as possible, stretching out his arms and mimicking 4 feet and keeping a cold stare fixated on him.

Sora merely blinked at the very intimidating boy making sign language at him. Living with him must merit some kind of government compensation, surely.

Riku's father motioned Sora up the stairs to show him his room.

Alysa, Riku, and Tessa were left at the doorway.

The last mentioned was smiling expectantly, sort of like a wife on her first anniversary and you better have remembered chocolates or your ass is on the couch tonight mister.

"So??" She began, throwing up her hands. ", what do you think of him??"

"It's a boy." Said the most imaginative and sensible Riku.

"Well of course Riku! Sora isn't just a girl's name! You and your stupid chauvinistic tendencies." Said Alysa, making a tsk-tsk noise a frumpy old British lady would have been proud of.

"Well be nice Riku, try not to be cold with him, he's been through 3 foster homes already. He needs a caring family to be with. And we can't be that family if you be mean." Tessa stated.

And with that she left.

Sora's only thoughts as he followed Richard up the stairs were that if he managed to never get lost in this house and end up dying in some side-hallway from starvation, he would convert. Passing the numerous artsy pictures of what looked like a group of pears, Sora was stopped by his new foster father. Richard opened the door and Sora would have hit the floor if it hadn't been of anti-melodramatic soft shag. He had the biggest temptation to yodel and see if it echoed, the room was so large he could probably fit a bowling lane in it. The bed was large enough for four of him, which implies nothing, and the bathroom looked like a small spa.

"Sorry about the paint, Tessa and I couldn't decide which room to give you, and we didn't get around to painting when we did." Richard said apologetically.

All Sora did was nod.

"Well, if you don't need any help unpacking, I'm sure Alysa or Riku wouldn't mind giving you a tour of the house!" he said, leaving with a smile spread across his face.

Sora opened his suitcase and pulled out his belongings, having done this quite too many times. Being in 2 foster homes where the families just wanted the reimbursement check was heart-breaking to say the least, and Sora just hoped this family wasn't the same case. It didn't look like they needed the money anyway.

After unpacking, he miraculously found his way downstairs, where the older girl was reading a book and the scary silver-haired boy was watching T.V. Sora didn't feel like he could talk to either of them without losing a limb (one way or another), so he just milled around.

It's a shame he hadn't counted on the girl tugging his sleeve, screaming "I'm sure you want the grand tour, right?" into his eardrum. How naïve of him.

Sora recovered from his shock and managed a small nod before being whisked away upstairs once again.

"Okay, the first floor has all your basic needs, kitchen, family room, dining room, living room, and breakfast room. The second floor is mostly guest bedrooms, save for Tessa and Richard's room. Why they need a whole floor to themselves, I don't know, I've never heard anything. Anyway, they each have their own office on this floor too, so basically the second floor is boring sitting space for depressed wrist-cutters to reflect." She said, pointing at random rooms and then continuing up another flight of stairs. "The third floor is where all the action is. That's my room…" she said, pointing towards the first room on the left that was giving off an eerily green glow,

"that's your room…" motioning towards a familiar doorway,

"…and that… is Riku's room."

She said stopping at the final door at the end of the hall. The door was closed and had a DO NOT ENTER sign on it. She caught him staring at it.

"Yeah, and you better listen too, because sometimes he remembers to turn on the taser doorknob. I didn't think he would use it that way when I gave it to him for Christmas…" she stated, trailing off into her own ramblings.

Sora hoped she was joking.

"Ok! On to the final floor." She said, broken from her personal rantings and pulling Sora up another flight of carpeted stairs.

"This is where all the other stuff is, we have the library…" pointing towards a large oak door,

"…go in whenever you like, next is the billiards room, which is off limits to those under 21, but your not missing anything 'cuz nothing interesting ever happens in there." She said nonchalantly.

Sora didn't think that made sense.

"How do you know anything goes on in there if you're not allowed?" he asked, speaking for the first time.

"WOW YOU'RE NOT A MUTE! I was starting to get worried." She replied, eyes widening and silently noting how young he still sounded.

"Well, there isn't any place in this house I haven't rigge-, I mean been in. Heh. Lazy Sunday afternoons lead to curiosity, I suppose." She said, almost failing to catch herself.

Sora was left uneasy by that comment. He was defiantly going to sweep his room for cameras that night, despite he didn't even know how one went about doing that.

"Okay, going on, that's the weight/exercise room, and don't be alarmed if you hear someone in there at an ungodly hour, like four, sometimes Riku can't sleep and he goes in there. I wouldn't suggest bothering him then, he likes to be alone with his musings and might beat the living daylights outta ya, don't worry though, I won't let that happen!" she said.

Needless to say that didn't comfort Sora much.

"Okay… looks like that's it, oh wait, silly me! We forgot the basement!" cried Alysa.

Sora was between shock at this girl and shock for how enormous this house was.

Alysa dragged Sora down 2 flights of stairs, past that scary boy again, who took the chance to glare, and down another staircase to a brightly lit basement. It was white and had carpeted floors, and save for a few couches and a T.V., it was bare. On the far corner was a mahogany door.

"We haven't really figured out what to put in here yet, but that leads to the wine cellar. Chardonnay, Pinot Noir, Pinot Gregio, the list goes on."

Sora nodded, still confused.

"There's pool in the back, feel free to use it, and I think that's it. Okay, lets go back upstairs." She said, finishing the tour.

Riku, in his very reclusive mood, had noticed all the warming up Alysa was doing to Sora. Recruiting was a better word. Watching his wired cousin drag the foster kid around the house was just to get him on her side. She can't complete all of her sinister plots alone, someone has to hold the acid barrel. In passing, the kid had looked at him more than once, and Riku relished in giving him a cold look in return.

So today was Saturday, and tomorrow everyone would spend time with Sora to make him feel at home. Most of them willingly, one of them with the greatest effort. Riku's parents promised to stay home on Monday to bond with Sora a bit more. After that they would get home around 4 everyday instead of the usual 6, leaving him with Riku and Alysa. Riku was dreading that.

But just outside the window, the winds of change began to come alive, but nobody was aware of it,

Yet.

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