What's the saying? The earth is ours to share. No one really owns anything, but we as humans own everything together. Therefore I own Kingdom Hearts, right? I OWN IT! YAY!
*gets sued*
damn....
Warning:
the beginning may be a little boring...
Author's Ranting:
Kinda Sora's POV for the most part…not first person but just…a lot of Sora in here. And his parents. And -monster Riku-. Wakka's scared of him.
I hope you like it, though. Have fun!
~~~~~~~~
Entering the house, he sat down in the living room to wait. He thought he could still smell the strawberry scented bubble bath but it could have been his imagination. The scent reminded him of Riku, though and suddenly Sora felt this strange butterfly-feeling again. Thinking of Riku was making him feel fuzzy inside and he began to wonder if Riku was all right on his own.
Sure, Wakka was there to babysit him but would Riku be willing to stay there? He had been crying before when they left. And he was still so small, only three years old. What if he was scared without Sora? What if he started crying because he felt abandoned? Sora almost got up to go back to the little boy when he suddenly remembered something.
Three-year old boy or not, Riku was Riku and he had a match going. Sora had told him to win against Wakka and Riku would do everything to make it. Sora grinned. He could almost picture Wakka being getting pummeled by a victory obsessed silver haired kid. It was such a cute picture that Sora felt the urge to go 'Awww' just from imagining it. He was sure it was currently happening and wished he could be there.
His eyes flickered over to the clock.
12:15. Where were his parents? Sure 'noon' could mean anything from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. but Sora was getting impatient. Kairi would call at 1 o'clock so his parents should be back by then. Otherwise it wouldn't make much sense.
Sighing, Sora decided to do one last check. He walked into the bedroom of his parents, smoothing out the sheets with his hand and made sure everything was in its place. He found that Riku's drawing was still lying there and he blushed slightly as he saw it again. He couldn't help wondering what Riku would say about this once he was back to normal. Deciding that his parents didn't need to see that, Sora took the drawing with him.
He left the room and went to the kitchen. The remnants of last night's dinner were still there but Sora figured it would be ok. He would just tell them that Kairi had cooked for him, which would only strengthen the idea that Kairi was such a nice and trustworthy person so that they would let him go at once when she called.
Sora eventually strolled into his own room, realizing that he had thrown all of Riku's toys and clothes onto his bed. If his parents came to stumble across this, which they probably would as soon as they came into his room, he would have to do a lot of explaining.
Looking at the alarm clock on his nightstand he saw that it was half past twelve now. He had to be fast if he wanted to hide the things. The only place he knew was his closet.
"Just hope mom won't open my closet…" he muttered to himself, beginning to shove the tiny clothes in, followed by toys. When he was finished he raised his eyebrows and blinked. Had he really bought that much for the little boy?
The closet looked as though it would burst every other second and Sora hoped his parents wouldn't ask about that. Or maybe they would even overlook it.
'Fat chance,' Sora thought as he rolled his eyes.
His mind came back to Riku and he looked at the drawing again. It made him smile and he sighed, pressing the sheet to his chest. It wasn't the same but at least he got something of Riku with him while they were apart. He couldn't believe how adorable the little boy was, to draw something like this, to hug and kiss him and look at him with those innocent baby-like eyes. But despite his age he sometimes still acted like the grown Riku. Like when he'd come down from that tree or when he played Sora's video games. It got Sora wondering if Riku, once he was back to his normal self, would still have at least a small part of his child personality; just like the child had a part of his teenager personality.
He grinned. Imagining a fifteen year old Riku drawing a picture for him. It made him laugh.
He didn't realize until he saw his reflection in the mirror on the side of the door that he was actually blushing at this thought.
***
"Hey, that's all you got?" Wakka teased as he ruffled the sulking boy's hair.
Riku was sitting on the sand with crossed arms and seemed to be in his famous sulking mode, lips drawn to a pout while he stubbornly looked at the ground. He then snapped his head up to Wakka and glared.
"You cheated!" he accused the redhead and sprang up to raise his fists.
Wakka couldn't help laughing at this and grinned evilly at the small boy.
"Just because you're too short to get me doesn't mean I'm cheating, ya?"
A growl came from the silver haired boy and his eyes seemed to be ablaze with determination.
"You'll see, you big dumbo!" he yelled, bouncing on his feet to hit the boy. Naturally, he completely missed and didn't even reach anywhere to hit.
Wakka just laughed, enjoying Riku's helplessness even though it was a little unfair. He knew it wasn't nice to treat him like that but it felt really good to have the upper hand against him for once. The usual cool and cocky Riku was fuming because of his incapability and Wakka loved every minute of it.
Suddenly, however, the boy's movements stopped and he seemed to be completely still. He stood in front of Wakka with his arms dropped to his sides while he seemed to be thinking about something. Wakka watched as the little boy's brows furrowed together to a frown. His lips parted and then he raised his eyes to face Wakka.
"I need my sword," he calmly stated, as though it was the most natural thing. Of course, to Riku, it was a completely natural thing since he'd been training with Sora for years. He was the most skilled sword-fighter on Destiny Islands and no one ever won against him. Except for Sora. Sora did win once but that was more out of luck than skill. Riku was just invincible.
But right now he was three years old. Maybe a little more than 2 feet tall (or short) and completely unable to even lift the sword he normally used.
"Well, your sword won't help you since it's almost bigger than you," Wakka remarked, wondering why the little boy seemed so confident and cool all of the sudden.
The silver haired boy shook his head and waved in dismissal, skipping off to find his weapon.
"H-hey! Wait a second!"
The red haired teen was forced to follow him since he was supposed to take care of that brat. Riku ignored him, not out of hostility but simply because he was occupied with looking for his sword. Surprisingly enough he found it very quickly, seemingly remembering where he had put it a week ago…when he'd been fifteen.
He stood before it, a little surprised now that he saw how big it got, or rather how small he was compared to it. But nonetheless, it was his sword and he picked it up with amazing strength so that Wakka's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. How could a small boy like him take that sword? He was holding it with both hands and struggling to keep it raised but he managed to make it somehow look like he was ready to fight.
"Now we'll see who wins," he coolly stated, putting all his force into raising the sword to announce his attack.
Wakka was scared. Pretty damn scared of that monster child because he had the feeling he was going to get beaten by him. Riku was Riku no matter how old he was…
***
Sora sat on the living room couch, still waiting for his parents to come. It was getting 1 p.m. now. Just when he was about to cry out in frustration, he heard voices from the outside and one was, unmistakably, his mother.
"I told you not to eat that stuff but noooo you wouldn't listen!"
Sora smirked. Oh yes, definitely his mother.
He heard his father cough and mutter something about stupid seafood and homemade food was always better - or something.
Then the door opened, revealing his heavily packed parents, for they had taken almost all of their belongings with them when they left. It was a habit of theirs since they never really left home which made them quite attached to their things.
"Oh hi, Sora! Look, dad, it's Sora. Try to smile for him, ne? You've been grumpy the whole morning!"
Sora's father grunted and nodded his greetings.
"I wouldn't be so grumpy if you stopped nagging…" he muttered under his breath and Sora grinned. Yup, this was his dad. Always complaining about mother but he knew he loved her.
They were just that kind of couple, always annoying each other and telling others how terrible their partner was.
Sora's mom nudged her husband and then went over to Sora, patting him on the head.
"So, everything all right?" She winked at him, remembering his awkwardness on the phone. Whatever he had done, it seemed to be taken care of.
"Yeah, sure. Everything's cool. Kairi came over yesterday and made me some food. It was great!" He grinned his adorable Sora-patented-grin and crossed his arms behind his head.
"Aww, how sweet of her! I knew she was a nice girl. Say, Sora, why don't you, you know, get a little closer to her? Hm? She'd be such a nice daugher-in-law," the woman chirped, joking, of course. She loved to tease Sora about Kairi since he seemed to take it so seriously.
"Mom! I won't marry Kairi! And even if I should someday I'm definitely not going to marry her now!"
Sora's father laughed and shook his head, making his way into the bedroom.
"I was only joking, Sora. Joking," she chuckled, winking at him once again. Sora pouted but otherwise remained still. He watched as his mother went into the kitchen. She looked at everything as if to check Sora had really kept everything as it was and hadn't broken any windows or lamps as he had always done when he was little. Somehow he and Riku had always managed to break things while they played. This time, however, everything seemed perfect. Except for one thing.
"Say, Sora. How's Riku? Was he here with you all the time?"
Sora's eyes widened for a second but he managed to catch himself.
"Uhh…no. He had to stay home…and do stuff…" he lied. He couldn't tell her about him turning into a kid so he had to take care of him.
Sora's mother nodded but somehow Sora knew she didn't believe it. However, she just smiled and shrugged, turning to walk into the bedroom as well.
"Well, I guess dad is tired and still sick. I'll be nursing him all day 'cause you know how whiny he gets when he feels sick. I guess you should just go visit Kairi or something unless you want to help me?"
Sora shrugged, not really knowing what to answer. He had planned to leave when Kairi called him but he had also expected that his parents wanted him to stay. Now what? He was totally out of his concept.
It was only then when the phone rang and Sora's mom went to get it.
"Hello? Oh, Sora, yes he's here. One second."
She handed him the receiver and Sora sighed.
"Kairi?"
He was surprised, though.
"Err, no, it's me, Tidus. Selphie said I should call you…I have no idea why, though. She said something about Kairi being stuck in the mall with her parents and yeah…I called you. Is there anything else I must do?"
Sora shook his head. Then he realized he had to say something since he was talking on the phone.
"Nope, that's all. Thanks."
Tidus shrugged and hung up, not really knowing what was going on.
Sora's mother was standing in the doorway, looking a little funnily at her son.
"Why did you believe it was Kairi?" she asked, raising one eyebrow in question.
Sora shrugged. "Guessed? Well, I was wrong." He had the feeling that she wanted something. And worse, she knew something.
But his worries were immediately gone when she nodded and proceeded to see his father.
She only stopped after a few steps, lowering her head and voice as she spoke.
"There are three plates in the kitchen…unless one of you has a split personality and needs two plates for one body…" she paused, smiling a little at that, "you and Kairi weren't alone. I don't know why you're hiding something but I guess I won't bother you anymore. That phone call seemed to be a planned action to get you out of here…that's why you thought it was Kairi. She was supposed to call, right?"
Sora gulped. How did she know all this? He opened his mouth to explain but his mother went on.
"Whatever it is, I think you're old enough to take care of yourself. You're probably just playing around, anyway, right? So…go before the others worry about you. Have fun," she smiled brightly as she turned to wave at him.
"…and say hi to Riku." She winked, and then finally went into the bedroom for good.
Sora was left alone in the living room and stared after her. Since when was she Sherlock Homes?
***
Riku struggled with the weight of his weapon but his movements were fast and graceful, showing his years of practice even though he was so little.
Wakka found himself dodging the most impossible attacks and the fact that Riku was so short made all of his attacks even more unpredictable. Riku moved with such determination and confidence that Wakka wondered if the teenager's mind was actually in this child's body. It sure seemed like it.
"Easy, Riku," he warned the boy who suddenly seemed to be dragged down by his sword.
But in that moment, when Wakka had his guards down, Riku raised himself and his sword, striking the boy with one clean hit, which sent him staggering backwards.
Wakka's eyes were wide in shock and he coughed, backing away from the silver haired boy.
Riku dropped his sword and plopped down on the ground, breathing heavily. He panted for a few minutes, exhausted from the whole battle while Wakka stared at him with an incredulous look.
Had this boy just beaten him?
As if on cue, Riku raised his gaze to meet Wakka's and he was wearing the most confident and proud smile.
"I won!" the boy squealed as the smile spread over his face.
Although Wakka tried to fight it, he eventually gave in and smiled, too, finding it too adorable to stay shocked or angry. Riku was so content and happy with himself that he seemed to shine and glow. It must have been the greatest feeling for the little boy.
Suddenly, however, the smile was gone and Riku fell backwards with a thud.
Wakka flinched and quickly bent down to see what happened. His concern was gone as soon as he saw the boy's peaceful expression and calm breathing.
Riku had fallen asleep. Rather adorable, when he thought about it. Smiling, Wakka gathered the boy in his arms and brought him back to his house where he was supposed to be waiting for Sora.
When he reached there, he saw that Sora was already sitting on a rock, frowning as he waited. He looked like an overly concerned mother.
Wakka came over and gave him Riku.
"Here. Your kid's back."
Sora blinked and cradled the sleeping boy in his arms, smiling slightly when he felt Riku snuggle against him.
"What happened?" he quietly asked, not wanting to wake his friend.
Wakka shrugged, not really feeling like telling him about his lost battle. Losing against a three year old boy was not something you told anyone.
Sora, however, understood the silence, and he wasn't surprised.
"I just knew it…" he murmured, smiling slightly and apologetically at Wakka. "You know, he's just too much Riku to be a little kid…he won't lose to anyone."
Wakka nodded at that. "He's scary," he admitted, grinning as Sora chuckled.
"Yep, I guess he is," the brunet answered, getting up to leave.
"Well then, we're off now. We'll be staying at Riku's place until he gets back to normal. It's only today and tomorrow...then the magic will be over."
Wakka couldn't help but notice the change in Sora's tone. Did he sound sad?
They said goodbye to each other and Sora left into the direction of Riku's house, tightening his arms around the sleeping boy as he went. He never wanted to let go again and for a moment he wished Riku could stay like this so he would always be able to hold him in his arms.
"…Sora…?" Riku stirred, whispering the older boy's name. Sora looked down and brushed the hair out of Riku's face, bending down to place a kiss on his forehead.
"I'm here," he whispered back, reassuring the boy to go back to sleep. Riku had his eyes closed but he smiled, relaxing once again. When Sora thought he was asleep, Riku suddenly opened one eye, smiling proudly.
"I won, Sora. I won for you."
Sora smiled and nodded, bending down again to kiss his forehead.
"Thanks."
Then Riku really fell asleep and cuddled with Sora's shirt, breathing slowly and contently. Sora felt like his heart was going to burst and he barely contained the smile on his lips.
"I won for you"
'Riku…'
~~~~~~~~
Ending notes:
I hope you liked it! The beginning was kinda lame cause I had to get into writing this…it takes a while for me to get started…but the end was nice, wasn't it?
Next chapter… Riku and Sora spend time at Riku's house. And then they go to sleep...and then it's the last day. I nearly lost track of the days... but we still have 2. well, one and a half. So two chapters I guess. Then chibi Riku's gone! Awww...
But the story won't end there because, ya know, Sora's in love with someone. And Riku just said he won for Sora and we all know that's gotta lead to somewhere, ne?
Strawberry Bubbles will not end before we get a happy ending heh…well unless you want it to stop before that. *shrugs*
Anything for my readers ^^
Ja, review and tell me what you think!