Out Of Hand
Kairi and Akemi looked out to the sparkling blue ocean while sitting quietly on the pier. Both were lost in thoughts of love and other such girly things as tiny waves weakly pushed against their dangling feet. On the other side of the island, Riku sat quietly on his bent paopu tree. He was contemplating last night's date with Akemi. It had gone considerably better than their first one, in which he was almost impaled by a lobster fork. For the past few days, Riku had begun to rekindle and enhance the relationship the two used to have when they were barely 5 years old. Of course, it was not like they were both 5 years old over again for the simple fact that they were involved romantically. Also, Riku would never admit that he ever had been completely innocent at any time in his life. Sometimes his friends even believed that he was the same way he was now when he was that young: a sarcastically competitive person. It was not all there was to him, even though it was a very strong surface layer of his personality. In fact, on his first date with Akemi, he had been peculiarly nice to her. She was in hysterics after all. It made him think of things between them. Those things plagued his mind as he sat staring at the same sparkling blue ocean that filled both girls' eyes.
Sora was entirely another subject.
The brown-haired boy was on the paopu plateau with his best friend, and he was stabbing at the various tall coconut trees sprouting up from the sand like giant umbrellas. His mind was absolutely clear of any burdening thoughts as he swatted away at the trunks, except for one.
Why was Riku not playing with me?
After a few minutes of using the trees as target practice, Sora hopped onto the tree next to his silver-haired comrade. He sighed heavily to try to gain Riku's attention. The gesture was met with nothing; Riku stared on towards the horizon and the clear blue sea. Sora, who was now beginning to wonder about things as well as the other three, grew frustrated at his friend's silence. In fact, as Sora started to ponder upon recent events, Riku had been doing this more often and often. Sora didn't like it at all that his friend seemed to have no time for him anymore. A cold wind blew by as Sora punched Riku's arm to get his attention.
"What!" Riku yelled angrily while turning to face Sora.
"Why have you become the king jerk!" Sora snapped back.
Riku turned back to the ocean view, speaking quietly, "I've just been thinking, is all."
Sora took this as Riku backing down, and he was annoyed that his friend was giving up so easily. Usually when they started yelling at each other, they would begin to sword-fight. This was what Sora was hoping for, but instead he was met with a silent companion. The people on the plateau were so silent that the seagulls' calls could be heard as they flew in the clear blue sky. Of course, Riku was just too lost in his thoughts to see that his friend was growing bored and offended. Sora was going to make sure he would get the message.
Sora pulled out his wooden sword, hiding it carefully behind his back. It was a foolish move since Riku barely even knew that his friend was sitting righ next to him. He brought it up behind him, taking his time to find the perfect aim. Then he swung his sword hard and collided the flat edge with the back of Riku's head. The force was hard enough to cause a decent-sized lump to form, as well as knock Riku off of his tree so that his face met the sandy ground. Riku could feel the sore on his head and taste the sand grouping in clots in his open mouth. The pain filled his whole head, causing him to wince. His face grew red-hot with anger, and he jumped up to face his attacker.
"What the hell-" he screamed, "gave you that ingenious idea?"
Sora jumped off the tree and took a step back, then refigured his approach and took two steps forward. "At least I was able to get your attention for once! You've been like this for weeks!"
"Like what, Sora!" Riku hadn't even the slightest idea of what Sora was yelling at him about. After all, he was just sitting minding his own business. He began to spit out the sand still in his mouth.
"You've been here, but you haven't really been here! You spend most of your time sitting on the tree doing nothing but thinking!"
"Well maybe if you actually had a thought Sora," Riku retorted, "then you wouldn't have had to hit me in the back of the head for entertainment. Who in their right mind does that to their friend?"
Sora lifted his sword. "At least this got your attention. I was beginning to think only Akemi could do that."
Riku began to shake his head. "Don't bring your sister into this. It's not her fault."
"Oh yeah," Sora continued, "What are you going to do about it?" This proposition was to appeal to Riku's arrogance and love for competition. It seemed inevitable that the two would fight.
Without saying a word, Riku drew his sword. Sora smiled.
Following suit, he grasped the hilt of his own wooden sword and manuevered it in both hands. Riku was not so easily impressed. The two boys had always fought with each other playfully, but this time Riku was provoked and in turn very vexed. Sora swung at Riku's legs.
Riku jumped over the blade and used the blunt end of his sword to connect a blow with Sora's cheek. Blood dripped out of his mouth.
For a moment, Riku stood there shocked at what he had done to his friend. Sora, on the other hand, was furious. He threw down his sword and tackled the silver-haired boy while he was still registering what had just happened.
A loud cry left Riku's lips as his back hit the sand. The noise startled everyone else, who turned towards the utterance to see what had caused it. They all came to find a sandy cloud rise on the paopu plateau. Akemi and Kairi were especially horrified.
"Sora!" Kairi shrieked as she hopped up from the pier and ran toward the plateau.
"Riku..." Akemi said breathlessly as she followed.
Author's Note: For those who may think this is very fluffy, sorry. However, the sequel to FMDBA will be much different than this particular part. Don't believe me? Well, here's a preview:
Dark cloaked figures surrounded me on a white circular platform. The wind blew past, making me shiver in my dirt encrusted rags as the figures glared at me. I peered into the dark hoods, but found nothing behind the pitch-black where their faces would be. They each took a step forward, then another. I fell to my knees, huddled in fear. I could sense the sick and twisted thoughts and plans of these things, whatever they were. Dark gloved hands reached down to me, and shots of wrenching pain could be felt as my body and mind were attacked endlessly. I screamed. I screamed that animalistic horrifying shriek that haunts one's mind for days at a time. It felt like I was dying.
Stay faithful readers, and I will assure you that my last story will be the best one of all!
