Disclaimer- Once again…I do not own Kingdom Hearts or coconuts; I don't even own this computer…my parents do. The only thing I do own is the (nearly) complete set of the "Marmalade Boy" series, my PS2, and my PS2 games. But that's pretty much it… Oh yea and I also own Delia, etc. (I REALLY REALLY wanna own riku though!!!!)
And I thank you all for the marvelous reviews. I feel like I've done something right when someone reviews my story ^^
Here are some replies to your reviews…
~Elendil Star-Lover- Riku's father doesn't really have a name but his reason for beating on Riku's mother will be revealed later on in the story.
~Soraoathkeeper- yes, sora will be coming in…in fact I think he'll come in the next chapter^^
~riku lover- yesh, he will meet sora and kairi soon ^^
~Night Shadow Trio- he he…yesh…riku very hot ^^ mmmmmmm juicy^^
~everyone else- thanks for reviewing!!!! (I'd mention you personally but you probably don't want to hear me babble on mindlessly about stuff so…hello^^)
Btw- the coconut meat is the white part of the coconut (the shell, the milk, the meat) so when I refer to meat…I mean the coconut meat…not like cow or something…
Oh yea, and I think I'm gonna change it to romance/general…k? okay…I'll shut up now…
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His feet carried him across the wooden bridge. Riku's hair swayed slightly in a gentle breeze as he stood in the middle of the small island. His gazed wandered upon the palm trees that towered above him, and then to a tree that he hadn't see anywhere else before. It was bent so that it grew horizontally and hung over the edge of the island. Riku walked over to it to get a better look.
The bark felt smooth under Riku's hand, and it shone a bit in the midday sun. He looked up and down the auburn trunk of the tree and determined it sturdy. He placed a foot on top of it, and hoisted his other leg over. 'It's actually very comfortable,' he thought perched firmly on top of it.
As he was pondering at what sort of tree it could be, he noticed some odd-shaped fruit hanging at the end of it. He turned to look at it and thought about where he had seen or heard of the fruit before. And it came to him.
'Mother used to tell me stories about these…and I've seen people eating them on the beach. It's a paupu fruit! I've seen couples sharing these! And mother told me about them when I was young. She said…that…two people share the fruit…when they share a special bond…I think. It was so long ago I don't remember.'
He boldly climbed toward the edge of the tree, careful not to look down or lose grip. Riku snatched a fruit from the tree and sat back down. He fingered it carefully, looking for something…something that would make it special, something that would make it seem different from other fruits. But he found nothing. "Just a fruit," he mumbled to himself, "Just a fairytale." He threw it down it the ocean, and watched the ocean's current bring it back and forth, and he watched the tide wash it ashore. And he watched as it was beaten down on by the waves. And he watched a pretty girl, a bit older than he, pick it up and bring it to the boy that she had come with. Riku watched them share the fruit with smiles on their faces. '…Just a fairytale.'
A while later he stood up and began to look at the discarded items on his new island. Apparently people had previously used it as a trash pile, but forgot about it. He didn't want to have to come here every day and see the pile of garbage, although it wasn't too big. So he quickly ran home, grabbed a trash bag and began to clean.
As he was working he saw some pieces of wood amidst the rotting food and such. He picked them up and put them aside for the moment, forming an idea in his head. He finished cleaning and took the garbage to the trashcans outside his house. He went inside his home and grabbed a hammer and some nails. Then he came back and sat on the paupu tree with the wood and tools. Riku picked up a sharp rock on the ground and began to carve the largest piece of wood so that it was long, wide, and one and a half inches thick. He sharpened one end until the point was dangerously jagged. Then he made the other piece into a semi-short rectangle. He fastened the two together to make a sort of a 'T' shape. Then he took the last, smallest piece, made it into a very small rectangle and secured it onto the end, now making it more of a 't' shape. "Hm," he said to himself, smiling a bit and swinging his new creation through the air a bit, "I see I've made a sword for myself. Whups," he said, looking at his bleeding hands, "I've cut myself…" He shrugged, thinking nothing more of it. He thought nothing of his pained hands that were not used to working…or being outside.
Riku swung it around a bit, trying some blows at an imaginary enemy here and there. He hit one of the palm trees and a coconut fell from it. "Hm…I guess I could use something to eat." He used his new sword to cut it open and took a sip of the fruit's nectar. He wiped his mouth with his arm and sat back down on the tree to eat his snack.
His tender, blood-strewn hands peeled away the coconut's interior and he lifted the food to his mouth. Riku flinched at the mingled taste of food, blood, and grime but continued to eat it anyway. Soon after, he drained the fruit of its drink and nibbled off a small morsel of the meat before thinking himself full.
He peeled the left over meat off the shell and placed it in the center of the bowl. Riku took a small bit and threw it into the water for the fish, then began to climb one of the trees. Once at the top of it, he placed the coconut shell, filled with a small pile of nutmeat, at the top of the tree. Then he leapt down and left the food up there for any hungry birds.
"Riku," he heard his mother call from a distance. "Riku, come back inside soon, dear."
He nodded softly to himself and picked up his sword. Halfway across the bridge he turned back for one last glimpse of his island until tomorrow. "It'll do," he said quietly to himself, "It'll do."
That night after dinner, Riku was examining his sword whilst his mother sat in her usual chair, gazing out the window. Riku looked up at his mother and saw her worried expression.
"Mom," he said after a while. She looked at him and he continued to speak. "Mom…he hasn't been back for almost five years now, I don't think he'll ever be back again."
"…I guess you're right…but if he does…I don't know if I can take much more of it…"
"I beg you mother, let me go to the police. I've asked you almost every day since I was three. Why won't you let me go? You always said no but never told me why. Why, mother. Why can't I get us help?"
"…They wouldn't believe us…"
"Of course they would! You could show them your wounds!"
"Darling Riku, you know nothing of your father's past." She chuckled softly at his blank expression. "He went to school. He worked. He became a member of the town council, he became a police officer, and he became a doctor. He is a respected man in this town. Not a single soul would believe that he would do it." A tear ran down her face. "And yet…he has…"
"Oh mom," Riku said, getting up and walking over to comfort his mother. He embraced her tightly. "If he ever does come back…I won't let him touch you…I'm older now and I can hold him off."
She pushed him away a bit for him to see her face. Her eyes were widened, her lips pursed, and her head shook back and forth. "No," she said, looking deep into his eyes, "No, you will not fight him. The last thing I want is for you to be hurt."
"The last thing I want is for you to be hurt."
"I love you, my dear Riku," she said, holding him once more.
"I love you too mother," he said, also holding her once more.
…Once more…and that would be all………Just a fairytale…