-Fame, Fortune, and My Boss's Son?
-Chapter 1
-TheTruthAbout Riku Hails
Disclaimer- If I owned Kingdom Hearts, Riku and Sora would be doing it like rabid sex starved bunnies….but sadly they are not.
A/n- YAY! MY FIRST KH FIC! Up until now, I've only been working in the Loveless section. Be nice, this is my first attempt. I'll have some more comments after the chapter ends
-LovelessRitsuka
The show was over, I could still feel the glaring lights, smoke clouding my vision.
People paraded around me, glazed drunken eyes aimlessly following random movements.
I could still hear them screaming my name into the sky as I sang the final verse of the too-long-for-its-own-good song of mine.
"Riku, this is my son, Sora"
But all I really wanted…
"Nice to meet you, I'm a huge fan!"
Was for him to moan mine.
"The dishes are still dirty! Hurry your ass up Riku!"
A silver haired man in long overcoat and business suit underneath glared ferociously at the sleepy teen with glazed eyes.
The teen, Riku Hails, had been only an inch away from sinking his porcelain face into the murky sink as he was startled by his father.
"Yes sir," Riku mumbled, scraping a particularly food-stained dish with a yellow sponge.
Had he not been in such a tired state, the image of Spongebob Squarepants would have definitely appeared in his head.
The man glared fiercely at his sorry excuse for a son.
He hates me
I see it in his eyes
Heartless lies
Within his heart and mind
Turning swiftly, the angry man opened large French double doors, "I'll be home late, make dinner," he spoke in calmed voice.
The doors slammed shut.
Two seconds later, the Hails heir could be found lying on the cold kitchen marble, rings under his eyes, trapped in a fantasy.
"Wake up Riku!"
Big blue eyes greet me as I force my eyes open.
He giggles as I begin stretching, yawning lazily, I crack open one of my eyes, peeking at the pleasant boy.
"You look like a kitty when you do that," he speaks to me gently; eyes shining with an innocence even the purest of souls couldn't possible comprehend.
"Kitty?"
"A kitty?"
"Me?"
I'm shocked, me, Riku Hails, compared to a small creature that meows with big eyes and purr if you stroke them.
He starts getting excited, his four year old imagination running wild, "Yeah, a kitty with silver fur and BIG jewel eyes!"
I smile at his childishness, not remembering a time in my childhood that even I had acted this way.
I lift a hand to ruffle his already messy hair and he grins at me, closing his eyes to indulge in the moment.
"Idiot…"
Blue-green eyes open lazily. "Asleep on the kitchen floor again, no wonder Ansem thinks you're worthless."
Riku felt even worse just by saying aloud.
His father, Ansem Hails, could care more for a sandwich than for his son. Riku knew the only reason he kept him around was because even he was too soft to have his son killed, a son that resembled his darling late wife.
Laintily Hails, Riku's mother had died ten years ago, when Riku was a mere six year old.
Ansem still cared for his son back then, and strict orders were made, and still enforced now, that Riku must know NOTHING about the cause for his mother's demise.
Of course, Riku was a curious boy, and year after year, hoped to get even a shred of information from Daddy Dearest.
Not even a crumb.
Riku lifted himself up from the floor and finished washing the last dish.
Who would expect a boy like Riku Hails to be doing dishes?
No one who knew but never REALLY got to know the Hails family that is.
Why?
The Hails are one of the richest and most respected families in the city.
Ansem Hails is an entrepreneur/ investor and makes millions simply talking and telling people to buy and sell stuff.
A tanned man with light long hair, the Hails man has attracted many women to his side.
Laintily Hails was the only one he cared to keep there.
A beautiful traditional Japanese woman with dark hair and jewel eyes, a hint of mystery shrouded by those eyes no other he had met had, even her name was strange for an Asian woman.
Riku inherited almost all of his mother's looks, except for his light hair and somewhat masculine figure from his father that is.
His parents had hosted many parties when he was young.
He could recall his mother cradling him in his arms, or Father lifting him onto his shoulders in the middle of one of their balls for all to see his son, the son of a proud father that is.
Distant memories, but maybe they could be close.
Maybe
Maybe if Mother was still alive.
But she isn't.
Best to forget, right?
With those last fleeting thoughts, Riku exited the Hails family kitchen.
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