Book of Prologues
Prologue 3, Part 2 I Don't Want to Marry a Girl
1057, Early Autumn
"What's her name?" asked Riku his face scrunched up with disgust.
"Kairi," said Sora wearing the same look. "My dad said that when I'm eighteen I have to marry her. I don't want to marry some stupid girl who can't even use a sword."
"Then don't." said Riku picking up his wooden practise sword.
"I have to. He'll make me." Sora whined.
"Then run away." shrugged Riku as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
"But I'd miss my family." argued Sora
"Then you're stuck" conceded riku taking up a battle stance and beginning his kata's.
"But I haven't even met her. What if she has two heads or something?"
Riku paused and gave Sora a funny look. "Two heads?" he asked.
Sora shrugged and pinked slightly, "Well maybe…"
"For all you know she could be the most beautiful girl in the world."
"But I don't like girls. They cry all the time and make you wear dresses."
"You cry all the time…and I think a dress would suit you. You'd look cute."
This time Sora's reddened to a full blush before he realised that it was insult, "Hey!…" he started.
"Anyway what girls do you know?" Riku interrupted by now working up quite a bit of a sweat.
"Your cousin Aerith for one…"
"Well that's one…and don't blame me if she harasses you I've never met her"
"Alright Yuffie. You've met her!"
"Only briefly and she thought that I was my brother Kadaj."
"Fine! You are girl-less well done!" exclaimed Sora throwing his arms up in exasperation.
"Damn right." muttered Riku as he practised a number of difficult moves.
"You could marry me!" gasped Sora excited.
"What? Ouch!" said Riku suddenly stopping and accidentally hitting himself with his practise sword.
"We'll get married that way I won't have to marry some nasty girl" Sora said grinning like he was a genius.
"Boy's don't marry boys idiot." argued Riku with the funny look back on his face.
"Why not?" asked Sora.
"Because…boy's can't have babies."
Sora pouted. "I don't want babies."
"Well it's your duty to have them" said Riku starting his Kata again only this time left handed.
"What about you?" pouted Sora.
"What about me?"
"Who is your father going to make you marry?"
"Nobody." said Riku slumping to the ground and dropping his wooden sword with a thump. "I don't think that dad even remembers my name, if he every knew it…"
"Then marry me! We'll put you in a dress…"
"Why would I have to wear the dress!"
"Because I'm the one that they have to see getting married. Duh!"
"And what about babies?"
"We'll steal one, or buy one or something. I'm sure someone's got a spare."
The comment cut Riku slightly but he tried to shrug it off. How was Sora to know what was happening in his home.
"I'd have to dress like a girl forever."
"You would make a pretty girl." Sora half teased.
Riku swiftly slapped Sora across the top of the head ruffling the brunette's hair. "What about when we have to kiss?"
Sora leaned over and pressed a simple kiss to Riku's lips. "See no problem." he said afterwards shrugging and grinning.
Riku grinned back. "Great plan…but even if it would save your life I would never dress like a nasty girl."
Riku got up and offered Sora his hand.
"I'm doomed." Sora whined being pulled to his feet.
