"Ahh," he breathed, "Home sweet home." The cool summer breeze filled the air, as Riku dropped his small sack on the floor. "Three freakin' years, and I have missed this place." Reaching his arms up toward the ceiling, the silver-haired-boy's muscles tensed slightly as he smoothed the knots his poor muscles had developed. It had been three years since Riku had been home to village, the tiny village that resided on the side of the mountain tops on the dangerous cliffs, but the outside of the town was gaited so now child could fall off nor get hurt. Working in the Japanese army wasn't exactly pleasant, but Riku came out with advantages like useful sword skills like throwing Kunai's, a small amount of magic ability, and... He smirked.
One helluva sexy body. Yup, that was Riku for you. Perverted and conceited. His masters warned him that if he had too much confidence, he would fall in battle quicker than he expected.
"Pssh," he spurted through his lips, "They don't know me. I don't fail."
"Riku!"
"Sora? I swear I heard..."
"Riku!"
"Sora!" He whipped around, a grin plastered on his face as he moved quickly across the room. He ripped open the door peering out into the open air. Outside, it was a beautiful sight with the flowers still blossom from the sweet spring pea season, the leaves turning brightly different colors from the soon to come autumn season, and the beautiful springs the ran through the town in the canal. This was certainly home sweet home.
A brunette peered around confused. Riku's eyes shifted to him in question as well.
"Who are you? Where's Riku/Sora?" They said in unison. "WHOA," they both gasped.
"Riku."
"Sora."
"You've changed," they both told one another and laughed. The grasped eachother's hand and shook peacefully.
"Japan sure has made a warrior out of you. Last time I saw you, you were shorter that me and scrawny," Sora chirped looking Riku over.
"Last time I saw you... You where..." He scratched his head. "You're the still short." Sora scowled as Riku laughed nervously.
"I am not short!"
"Hey look! I can see Mrs. Tresscar's house over your head. That says something," Riku teased. "Weird, and you're wearing Geta sandals. That gives you three inches."
"Oh shut up," he retorted, a grin place on his face as Riku ruffled his hair.
"Speaking of Tresscar's, how's Olivia?"
"Good," Sora replied, "Although, she had developed quite a temper since you left, but she's still lively and strong. Speaking of strong, I'd watch out for her."
"Psshh," he spurted once again with a wave of his arm. "I'm not scared of any woman."
"Everyone else is." Sora leaned into whisper peering around cautiously, before he inaudible said, "She's a woman."
"A... woman...?" Riku tipped his head cueing for clue. Sora pressed his hands to his chest. "Why are you feeling yourself up-- OH..Wooman," he replied out of realization. "Sweeet."
"Well, come on. The town square is holding a festival today! Put on your samurai Kimono and proudly show your town what you did."
"Uhh... it is on," Riku reminded Sora. "This is my kimono. I don't you want me running around naked showing samurai pride do-"
"Ahh stop! Okay, okay," he exclaimed. He turned around with a grin to lead Riku away. Glancing over his shoulder, Sora whispered, "Even for being one of those good fighters, your outfit kinda sucks."
"Hey, hey," Riku said, but Sora had taken off, "Get back here!" Balloons broke out as confetti filled the air. Riku stopped chasing Sora as he gazed around. Hand fans and cloths filled the air as the woman waved them artistically, beaded women twirled and twinkled like stars in the bright sunlight as they danced salsa, men and woman cheered as they laughed along with their friends. This was certainly the fiesta the village threw every year. Poppers shot in the air with whistling tunes, and down the dirt street danced the mighty dragon. It was an incredible sight with all the flowers and parades. It truly was home. He marched down the road as everyone waved to him. The women called his name dreamily, as the men greeted him with joy. A store caught his eye and he grinned evilly. Sora could have a "little" present. He bought the blue artifact and stuffed it in his kimono for later.
"Hey, Riku!" Sora shouted. Riku turned his attention to the short brunette, who was covered in mutiple colors of confetti and rice. "Come 'ere!" Riku followed Sora up the street as it began to clear. "You like fighting right?" Riku huffed out his chest trying to feel manly.
"Do you really have to ask?"
"That's what I thought," he replied nonchalantly. "Do you wish to compete with town entertainment? I know everyone wants to see you again and it would be a blast if you did."
"What's the "town entertainment thing" you're talking about?" Riku inquired as Sora laughed. He held up a flag like ribbon and grinned. It was a blue ribbon that hooked around his waist.
"Our top fighter against you. You try to steal her ribbon, as she will try to steal yours. Winner is whoever gets it. The ground rules are: You can't kill the opponent and you can't use magic or anyone else to help you," he informed.
"Wait, wait, wait," Riku hissed. "A woman is your top fighter? Isn't that a little.. Pathetic?" Sora shrugged.
"She made her way up there while you were gone. It's going to be a goood match."
"How can you compare me to her!"
"Ohh don't worry. You'll beat her, but as I said, she will be tough. Don't get too big of a head," Sora warned. "She's not supposed to hurt you anyway. You're not supposed to hurt her either. The main objective is to get the ribbon back. That's all. A little roughy rough is good, but just concentrate on the ribbon, and not the woman."
"Alright, alright," Riku replied somewhat innocently. "Bring her on.." Sora nodded with a grin.
"Soo.. When does this whole "roughy rough" stuff start anyway?"
"Now."
"What? Sora, no..." he turned to where Sora had been in the street as now it was replaced by many people watching him.
"Go Riku! Whoo," little kids cheered.
"Heh heh," he proudly laughed after a moment. He bowed to them and put up an act. "I will serve thee crowd with a good parade. Watch as I beat a woman in battle and become your town warrior-"
Zip!
He heard the kunai zip at him with lightning speed as he snapped his arm out to catch it. "So she is," he said as he turned to face her. His voice became stable and suddenly zipped high like a boy going through puberty. "HERE?" She stood away from him face hidden behind her decorative blue spangled mask.
"Still a bimbo, I see," she warmly said aloud. Some people in the crowd began to laugh as Riku could only gawk. This woman was Heh heh... a WOMAN. THIS innocent little thing was their best fighter?
"Close your mouth, Riku," Sora hissed. "You're gawking!" Riku clamped his mouth shut. Ohh damn. He was in trouble. Riku glanced over his shoulder frustrated and angry at the little brunette standing behind him. "Shut up, Sora! I'm not gawking. I'll kick her ass like no other even if she is... womanly. STILL!" He brought out his katana and held it forward nonchalantly as he grinned. "Come get me, or are you too woman to try?" Next thing Riku felt was the blade of her katana slip by his ear and brush lightly against his hair.
"I should ask you the same thing," she cooed, a sly smirk settling on her face as she winked. He wrinkled his nose as they crowd cheered and laughed. She was sassy and smart ass. Great. His type.
"What are you excited about? You missed me, and I was an easy target," he exclaimed to her haughtily with a smug smirk tugging at his lips.
"Oh.." A disappointed look took over her expression as she pouted. "Did I really? It doesn't feel like it to me." Riku tilted his head slightly as his eyes widened.
"Huuh?" That's when he felt it and saw the sparkle of silver float to the ground. "My HAIR! Why did you do that woman!" He slashed his Katana against hers as her guard was not completely up. Pushing her back, Riku looked down at the ground. It was only a small sliver of silver hair. Squating slightly, Riku thrust his leg out kicking underneath her in attempt to bring her down, but she only jumped over him like a leap frog making sure that she used his head for higher depth. The crowd one again began to laugh. This woman was making him look like a fool. Once he looked up, he realized she was no longer standing anywhere near him, but on the roof tops beckoning him to follow her.
"I told you she would be tough," Sora whispered behind him.
"Shut-UP! I thought you said she wasn't supposed to hurt me?"He hissed.
"She didn't hurt you."
"SHE HURT MY HAIR!" Riku huffed as he jumped onto the railing of the roof and swung himself around. Peering down at Sora with one last glare, Riku fastenend his ribbon and turned to follow her. The crowd did the same as it was enjoyable to the conceited warrior be brought down by a womanly figure. "Come back here," he hissed venomously after her. Damn, she was fast. He wanted to use fire or perhaps thunder so he could burn that stupid smirk right of her lucious lips. Stupid woman.
Standing about twenty feet away, she bent slightly purring and curling her one finger toward him beckoning him forward.
"Mee-Oow," Riku mewed in a daze. She hopped forward on her tippy toes and batted her eyelashes at him through her eye mask.
"The ribbon please? She inquired softly holding out her hand. For a moment, Riku's hand lingered to his waist area grasping the ribbon until he shook his head.
"Hell no," he shot back at her with a smirk and spun his katana around. A frown settled on her lip as she hissed at him. He didn't know how it happen, but after battling her for minutes, Riku soon found himself at the end of the rope. She, being the unnaturally strong pyscho cat woman, grasped his shirt as his katana was knocked to the side. She pushed him outward to hang slightly over the side of the roof.
"The ribbon," she stated.
"And?"
"Give me it you fool," she hissed. A smirked tugged at his lips as he shook his head.
"You'll have to find it. I hid it inside my kimono. Go have fun searching."
"PERVERT!" She bellowed as her nails embedded his skin. She let him go and gripped something in her hand; his blue ribbon. "Finally. Stupid Riku." That's when she didn't notice her mask resting in Riku's hands as he lay in the dirt below her shadow. She gasped slightly feeling for it, then noticed her had it. "My mask! Give it back!" Riku opened his eyes as he peered over at her through his hazy vision. "Oh well," she finally sighed, "I won anyway."
"Aww, you sure?" He pouted. "Maybe you better take a better look at what's in your hand," he told her standing up brushing himself off whoozily. Quirking her eyebrows, the young raven-haired girl peered at the object. That was when she noticed it wasn't the ribbon.. it was a stretchy blue cloth.
"...What?"
"That my friend is my present I was going to give to Sora. Sumo Wrestler Thong," he informed. She screeched letting them go.
"EW, EW, EW!" She shook her hand vigorously and wiped it repeatedly on her kimono.Once satisfied with herself and Riku's laughing came to a halt, she realized the game wasn't over. "The game is not over yet then," she breathed ready to jump down.
"Actually," Riku interrupted, "It is." He held the pink ribbon in the air as she peered down at him with a glare.
"Yoou," she hissed. Ready to attack him, she jumped down onto the dirt road as everyone watched. Riku then got a full shot of the woman without her mask. He gasped.
"OLIVIA!" She stopped and squealed. No one was supposed to know it was her. "YOU'RE the womanly fighter?"
"HEY! What do you mean about womanly fighter!" She bellowed frustrated that she lost to him. He pressed his hands to his chest as everyone tilted their head in question. It was only seconds then that Riku ducked as Olivia launched at him. "Pervert! Hentai! Pervert!"
"I was kidding!" He told her jumping on the roof. She followed after him and the crowd was left dumbfounded. He stopped suddenly after a moment and turned to face her. With her running so fast, she could not stop and tumbled into Riku's open arms as they rolled. Ontop of the roof, Riku landed ontop of her.
"Ow.."
"Hello Olivia," he breathed. "How long has it been?"
"Too long, Riku. Now get off of me."
"But I like this position..."
SLAP.
"OW!" He moved off of her and rubbed his cheek as she huffed. "Fine! I'll go do that with Stevie. She probably deserves me more than you-"
"RIKU."
"Kidding, kidding. You know you're my girl." It seemed either way, Riku would never win. Her face turned bright red as he thought it was out of anger. Then her soft voice rang to him.
"...You mean that?"
"Yah... Yah I do.."
