Disclaimer- Once again, I don't own kingdom hearts (I REALLY wish I owned Riku though) However I do own Delia, etc.
And I know some of you are thinking 'Hey, isn't this a Humor/Romance story? I haven't seen any romance at all, and barely and humor either!' Well, just wait. The first couple of chapters (maybe the first four or something) will be sort of an introduction to the later chapters (if that makes sense). Anyway……….here's some story………
Eleven years later the house still clung upon the edge of the tall cliff. It still had two stories, the bottom – five rooms (kitchen, living room, 2 bedrooms, bathroom) and a staircase, the top- a single bedroom. The house still stood on that cliff- one of the steepest on the island. It wasn't too tall, however it wasn't short either. A fall from the house would probably cause death. The house…still held memories…and still housed the same people that it had for the past fourteen years.
A large window belonged to a room, which was currently occupied by two of the house's residents. A lady in her mid-thirties, Delia, was one of them. She changed very little in the past eleven years. Her hair was still silver-blonde, her height and body structure was still the same, and she still enjoyed sitting in her usual chair, reading books. The thing that was different from the years was that the beatings had made her weak and fragile. Her wounds numbered in the dozens. But that was all. No other significant changes.
Riku, however, had changed more than just a little in the time that had passed. His silver hair now fell loosely to his shoulders. His body was no longer scrawny and 3 foot 4, but it was somewhat muscular and 5 foot 8. His habits were completely diverse from what they used to be. Instead of finger painting, Riku makes sketches of different things. Sometimes he'll draw vehicles, animals, and even people but he never lets people know that he draws them…he never lets people know anything about him…Like the fact that he also reads…a lot. Although some people do know this about him due to his constant trips to the library. He reads about almost anything and everything. His favorite books were ones about traveling, building, and other worlds. Riku loved to learn about these things, and one day he planned to build a ship and travel to a new world. However, today he was just at home, drawing on a sheet of paper, thinking of the places that he would one day see.
His unusual eyes couldn't help but look up and out of the large, open window as he heard the sound of people on the beach. He looked down onto the beach and saw some children building sand castles. His mouth curled into a smile as he watched the toddlers piled globs of wet sand onto larger piles of wet sand. He pushed away his sketch of a ship to the side and grabbed a clean piece of paper. He glanced down to the children at the beach, then to his paper, and began to work.
All his mother could do was watch. She had attempted many times to get her son to go outside and meet people, but it had never happened. Riku hardly ever left the house other than to go to the library, the art supply store, or to go grocery shopping. Delia felt that it was her fault that her son never went outside much. If she had just pushed him to do it when he was young, maybe he would've overcome his fear of people, but she hadn't.
"Riku," she said to him a moment later.
Riku lifted his head from his work and brought his eyes to his mother.
"Could you go to the store for me? We're almost out of milk and eggs."
"Sure," he said, standing up and grabbing a sack for the groceries.
"And, if you would, I have a book to return to the library."
"I'll take care of it," he said smiling at her and taking the money and the book she handed him. "I'll be back in a while." He opened the door and walked outside.
The sun was warm on his handsome face and the sand burned his unprotected feet. Riku winced and quickly sat down on his porch stairs to put his shoes on. Once his feet were covered, he made his way down the winding path, which brought him to the bottom of the hill.
The children that he had been watching earlier stared at him as he passed. His cheeks turned a bit pink as he saw that they were gawking at him. 'Even young children are frightened of me. But why do my eyes bother people so much?' He bowed his head a bit and went along his way.
Once he got into town, his cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink. Not only did people stare, but some pointed at him and began muttering to their friends. Some even moved away from him as he passed. Only adults acted as if nothing was happening. They continued with what they were doing, taking no notice of the boy with distinctive eyes.
Riku turned into the library a few moments later. He walked up to the check out counter and placed the book upon it. "There isn't any fine money to pay, is there?" he asked the familiar librarian.
She opened it up and checked the due date. "No dear," her kind voice said to him, "not this time." She smiled at him.
"Thank you Miss Alain," he said to her. Riku turned around and looked at the many shelves of books, debating on whether or not he should get one for himself. He walked over to a nearby bookcase and began to look at the books. He checked three other bookcases before determining that there was nothing to read that day. The fourteen-year-old strolled out of the library and made his way to the market.
Fifteen minutes later he was at the checkout counter, putting his purchased items in his bag. He slung it over his back and strode out of the store. Riku began his way back home, but stopped as he reached the beach.
He sat down on a ledge that rose over the sand and peered out toward the ocean. He closed his eyes and sighed, trying to relieve some of his grief, but to no avail. He listened to the ocean's deep roar and tried to relax. However his rest was disturbed by some children who thought it funny to kick sand at the 'freak boy'.
On the contrary, Riku didn't think it was funny at all. His stood up quickly and glared at the group of children. His face burned with rage and he retaliated by kicking dirt at them. "There!" He shouted at them, letting his anger get the best of him. "How do you like it? I bet you thought it was funny, didn't you? Well, I'm not laughing! I'm sick and tired of taking this crap from everybody!" He stormed off, leaving the children feeling very frightened, and a bit guilty.
Riku stepped into his house a while later. He heard his mother's heavy breathing coming from her room and knew that she was napping. He put the eggs and milk in the refrigerator and walked back outside.
His gaze wandered upon the parts of the island that he could see. The island was not occupied by more than a thousand people or so, but most of the island's residents either lived on the opposite side of the island, or somewhere in the middle. The part of the island that Riku dwelled upon was only home to his family and about five other families, but that was all. Many people, however, came to visit the beach. There was hardly a day in which the beach was empty.
Toddlers made sand castles, kids and teens played blitz ball and fought with each other using whatever weapons they could come up with. Adults watched their children play, swam in the water a bit, and talked with other parents about this and that. And lovers went to the beach, having picnics, swimming in the ocean, watching the sun rise and set, and sharing a romantic moment.
Riku watched the people of different ages participated in different activities. He wanted to join them and yet knew that they would never let him. But he really wanted to go down to the beach, so he looked for a place that he could have to himself…and he found it. 'A small island, a bridge leading to it, unoccupied, perfect.' Riku began to make his way down the hill and toward the small island. 'Perfect.'
Well…what do you think? Review and tell me!! Please? And like I said, it's not romance yet, but in later chapters it will be!! Just be patient!! ^^