Hurky: Hey guys! I know I have already finished this story, but I've decided to re-write this chapter because after reading over it, I noticed that there were some things I forgot to put in when this was originally written.
Riku: I get to kick Rep's butt in this. Hee hee.
Hurky: Quiet you! Onto the re-write of chapter 1 of Riku vs. Rep! And if you've already reviewed, you can review again but anonymously if you used your penname to review the first time.
Disclaimer: Hurky doesn't own Kingdom Hearts 1 or 2.
December 31st 1989, close to midnight, Destiny Islands General Hospital...
A silver haired woman was being carted into the delivery room of the hospital. She was obviously pregnant and in labor. Her stomach was so huge, it could have burst at any moment. She had been at the hospital since the day before, waiting for her body to ready itself for delivery. Now, the time has finally come.
"Are you okay, dear?" asked the woman's husband, a man with longish, light blonde hair.
"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M OKAY?" screamed the woman, holding her enormous and aching stomach.
They made it to the delivery room and the waiting doctor rushed over to them.
"Alright, Mrs. Thompson, are you ready?" he asked, putting on some latex gloves.
Mrs. Thompson nodded, with sweat dripping down her face.
"From the looks of your stomach, you may be about to give birth to a very big baby." joked the doctor a little.
After getting settled, the doctor waited for the baby to come. He had Mr. Thompson lead his wife through the breathing exercises.
"Huff huff huff." breathed Mrs. Thompson.
"Okay, here comes the baby." said the doctor. "Get ready. On the count of three, I want you to push, got it?"
Mrs. Thompson nodded. The doctor counted to three and she began to push. Her husband was encouraging her to keep going while the doctor watched out for the baby. The doctor kept counting and the woman kept pushing. Finally, after much deliberation, the shrill sound of a baby's cry began to fill the room. The doctor checked the baby's gender and handed the baby to a nurse standing by for a small cleanup.
"It's a boy!" he said. "Congratul-"
Mrs. Thompson screamed in pain. "I don't think I'm through just yet!" she cried. "I feel another one coming!!"
This surprised both Mr. Thompson and the doctor. Another baby was on its way?
The doctor got ready to handle the birthing process again and instructed the woman to push. This went on for another ten or fifteen minutes. Finally, there was the sound of a baby crying. The doctor emerged holding a baby and looked for its gender. "It's another boy." he said with a smile, feeling relieved that all this was over and also feeling good because he had just brought two new lives into this world.
He handed the baby over to the nurse where she cleaned him up. Mrs. Thompson was breathing sighs of relief and smiling. Finally, a nurse with brown hair and glasses handed the new parents two tiny babies wrapped in blankets. The older baby was quiet as a mouse, but his younger brother was still crying loudly. Well, he would be since he was just born a few minutes ago. Both of the babies had a small tuft of silver hair and rosy cheeks, but no one could see what eye color they had because the younger baby was crying and the older baby was asleep.
"They're twins." said the doctor. "I guess instead of a big baby you got two little ones."
"I can't believe I had twins!" whispered Mrs. Thompson excitedly, taking the younger baby and cradling him in her arms.
The doctor nodded. "The baby you're holding is the older one, Mr. Thompson." he said. "Born as the last baby in 1989 at 11:56 at night. the baby your wife is holding is the first baby born in 1990 at 12:14 in the morning."
Mr. Thompson, holding the older baby, looked at his new son admiringly and noticed a small birthmark the shape of a tiny heart on his small hand. "Well what do you know? He has a birthmark." he said with a smile.
Mrs. Thompson smiled as she looked down at the other baby in her arms. "Hey there, little guy." she said to him.
The baby still continued to cry loudly. Mrs. Thompson still tried to shush him.
"He's pretty fussy." said the nurse, a woman with brown hair tied in a ponytail and wore glasses.
A nurse with blonde hair walked over to the new family. "He must be hungry." She picked up a bottle and handed it to the new mother, who put the bottle in the fussy baby's mouth. It made him stop his crying. He opened his eyes for the first time and showed that he had green eyes. He closed them again and fell asleep.
"So what are we naming them?" asked Mr. Thompson as he bottle fed the other baby.
"I think I'll name this one," said Mrs. Thompson still having her eyes on the sleeping baby cradled in her arms. She thought for a minute. Finally, she said, "Riku. His name will be Riku Wade Thompson."
"That's a cute name." said the blonde nurse. She turned to Mr. Thompson. "What's the other one's name?"
"I'm going to name him Ryan Joshua Thompson." replied Mr. Thompson.
After spending nearly thirty minutes with the newborns, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson were told that Mrs. Thompson had to be taken to a room and they could spend all the time they wanted with Riku and Ryan when things were a little less hectic, but they had to hand their sons to the nurses, who took the them over to the nursery, where they would clean them up, dress them, and put them with the other babies in the nursery.
"Aw, these guys are the cutest babies I've taken care of." said the brown haired nurse as she finished taping a diaper onto Ryan and then picked him up.
"But what is wrong with this one?" asked the blonde haired nurse, trying to comfort the crying Riku, who, like his brother, was wearing nothing but a diaper but was covered in a blanket.
"Did you try burping him?" asked the brown haired nurse.
"I've already tried but he just keeps crying." said the blonde haired nurse.
"Try rocking him." suggested the brown haired nurse.
So, the blonde haired nurse did and Riku immediately fell asleep. But that only lasted a few minutes. Riku woke up and cried again.
"He's going to be a lot of trouble for the next few days." sighed the nurse.
A blonde haired woman with her hair tied into a ponytail walked in, wearing a nurse's outfit.
"Hi, Marxene." said the other blonde haired woman, still trying to rock Riku to sleep.
"Is that baby giving you trouble?" asked Marxene, really Larxene's mother. (Hurky: I know, Larxene's a nobody, she shouldn't have parents, but I gave her parents in this story)
"Yeah, he is." said the blonde haired nurse. "His twin is doing just fine. He's quiet and everything, but this little guy won't stop crying."
"Here, hand him to me." said Marxene, holding her arms out to take Riku. The other nurse handed her the baby. She gently patted Riku on the back for a minute. Didn't work. Then, something occurred to her. She reached into her shirt pocket and took out a pacifier. She put it in Riku's mouth and he stopped crying faster than you can say banana. The two nurses breathed a sigh of relief.
"He just needed something in his mouth, that's all." Marxene said with a smile.
"It's our break, now." said the brown haired nurse, putting Ryan into a little bed, but big enough to hold two babies.
"Yeah, if you need us, we'll be in the break room." said the other blonde haired nurse.
"Okay, I'll handle these little guys." said Marxene.
The two nurses left. Marxene waited until no one was around. First, she dressed the twins in little blue pajamas on them and little beanie hats. Riku wore a blue one and Ryan wore a green hat, so everyone could tell them apart. Then, she put Riku down with Ryan in the little bed to take out two bottles filled with a clear purple liquid from her pocket.
"You're the twins Vexen's been waiting for..." she said in a soft tone that people used to talk baby talk. She picked up Rep and began to feed him one of the bottles.
"That's a good boy." said Marxene as she watched the liquid go down in the container. "You must be a thirsty little guy because you're drinking this pretty fast!"
Ryan finished the bottle, and Marxene burped him and put him down on the bed, where he yawned and fell asleep, which was a side effect of the potion. Next, Marxene picked up Riku and began to feed him the other bottle. He was cooperative until when he drank half the bottle. He took his mouth off the bottle and began to cry once again. Marxene sighed and tried to put the bottle back into Riku's mouth, but he knocked the bottle out of Marxene's hand with his tiny fist and the bottle fell to the ground and broke. The liquid quickly evaporated and disappeared.
"Oh great," muttered Larxene. "Vexen's gonna kill me! But then if I don't tell him..."
She burped Riku and set him back down in the bed and put the pacifier back into his mouth. She covered the twins with a blanket, and walked out to the nursery to join the other babies. Riku fell asleep right then. Riku's father and Sora's parents were standing at the window, watching the twins being carted in.
"Aw, they're so cute!" said Sora's mother, who was holding hands with a small child with small brown spikes in his hair. He wasn't Sora. He was Sora's older brother, Ethan. Sora wasn't even born yet.
"Think about it," said Sora's father. "You had twins. Double the joy!"
"Well, yeah, but the younger twin is a little fussy." said Riku's father. "Maybe he'll get over it."
"You know, Eric and I are thinking of having another baby," said Sora's mother. "I would love to have a girl, but another boy would be nice. I even picked out a name for him or her. Skye."
Everyone smiled...
Later, that afternoon, while the rest of the universe was celebrating New Year's, the nurses carted Riku and Ryan into their mother's hospital room. Mr. Thompson came with a present for each of his sons.
"What's that?" asked Mrs. Thompson as she watched her husband walk over to the two blue bassinets with the twins in them.
"I have a little present for the boys." replied Mr. Thompson. He took two stuffed moogles out of a gift bag. One had a star on its pom pom and the other one didn't. "I got two different moogles."
He put the star moogle in Ryan's bassinet and he put the regular moogle into Riku's bassinet. Riku's tiny hand closed in on the moogle's nose. Little did anyone know, Riku would name the moogle Mr. Moogy and sleep with it every night of his life. He loved that toy.
A few days later...
Mr. and Mrs. Thompson took Riku and Ryan home a few days later. While Mrs. Thompson had been in the hospital, Mr. Thompson rushed out to buy an extra baby bed, a stroller, more baby clothes, and stocked up on even more diapers and formula. Two babies consumed more than one, let me tell you that.
The new parents walked into their four bedroom house carrying their newborns. Ryan, thanks to the potion, was alert and looking around. Riku, on the other hand, was sleeping with a pacifier in his mouth. When his father put him in the car and drove off, Riku started crying, so his mom had to reach to the back to put the pacifier in his mouth.
The first few months were pretty bad with Riku. He liked to cry, A LOT. Mrs. Thompson had a lot of bad days with him and sometimes Ryan. Mr. Thompson would go to work for most of the day, so his wife had to be left with their two young children. Every day was a catastrophe.
One afternoon, Mr. Thompson came home from work to hear the noises of his sons crying from upstairs.
"Honey?" he called, walking into the house.
"In the nursery!" yelled Mrs. Thompson. She didn't refer it to the twins' room, yet. Just the nursery. The couple had just bought the house when Mrs. Thompson was pregnant. She and her husband painted the room yellow because they didn't know what their baby was going to be, and had blue carpet put in. They had put a crib, a changing table, a cabinet where all the extra baby supplies were to be kept, a rocking chair by the window, and a playpen that would not be occupied until their child was old enough and filled it with toys and stuffed animals. Then, after they learned that there were two babies, so another crib had been put in there.
Her husband poked his head inside the room and saw that it was a disaster area. The carpet had been stained with baby powder and formula, both powdered and liquid, the supply cabinet looked like it had been ransacked since all the supplies were out of place, the garbage bin was almost filled to the brim with dirty diapers, while the unused ones were scattered in between the supply cabinet and the changing table, and one of the babies was lying in his crib to Mr. Thompson's right, crying. It was Ryan. His crib was to the right and Riku's was to the left. Then there was Mrs. Thompson, holding a crying Riku over her shoulder and patting his back, trying to burp him. On his mother's shoulder and under Riku was a burp rag, in case Riku spat up when he burped.
Mrs. Thompson herself didn't look that great, either. Her hair was a mess and her clothes were stained with white splotches from being spat up on from both babies. Her eyes looked tired, from the lack of sleep.
Mr. Thompson rushed in. "Honey, you-" he began to say.
"Need a little bit of help!" Mrs. Thompson finished. She looked over her shoulder. "Can you get Ryan for me?"
Her husband went to the other crib and picked up his son. He stopped whimpering when he realized he wasn't lying down no more. A terrible smell came up from him, though.
"Phooey!" he said, setting the baby down on the changing table. "He really needs a dydee change!"
He took off the red pajamas he was wearing and the stinky diaper. Mr. Thompson tossed it in the trash, got the wipes and powder and wiped and powdered the baby's behind. Then, he got a new diaper and put it under the Ryan's bottom and was about to close it when he heard his wife say, "Oh no!"
Riku had spit up all over his mother and missed the burp rag. He got spit up in his mother's hair, the back of her shirt, and the floor.
"Oh, Riku!" she said, putting Riku down in his crib and walked out to change her shirt.
"Well, Riku's nice and quiet now!" said Mr. Thompson. He looked into their other crib and saw that Riku had begun to fall asleep and clutch his moogle plushy, which was a little bit smaller then he was. Then, Mr. Thompson turned back to the naked baby on the changing table. Mr. Thompson was about to close the diaper, only then, Ryan began to pee and got his father on his white shirt. Mr. Thompson smirked a sarcastic smirk.
"Oh, real nice," he said.
Ryan just squirmed and cooed, trying to look adorable. Riku had a bad habit of spitting up on people, but Ryan was worse because he liked to pee on people who would change or bathe him. By the time he had gotten teeth, he was biting people.
January 2nd, 2007...
Riku, now 17 years older, was taking out the garbage that contained wrapping paper, confetti, and champagne and apple cider bottles. His family and friends have just celebrated New Year's and his birthday at the same time. His twin brother was home from boarding school for winter break and his birthday was also celebrated. Their grandparents gave Riku a new skateboard, which he wanted to try, but it had been raining all last night and it was lightly raining now, so he couldn't do that.
Great, the only time I don't want to be driving around in my car and I actually want to go skateboarding, it rains. thought Riku as he tossed his long silver hair with his hand while he walked. He decided to let his hair grow out, and it was now a little past his shoulders and nobody could see his neck anymore. It was also easier because now everyone could tell Riku and Rep apart without looking at the birthmark on Rep's right hand.
Riku walked back into his house and continued to play his video games in his room. It used to be the nursery, but it was later changed into a plain bedroom Riku and Rep shared until the age of 11, when he moved into the basement. The walls were now painted white and the carpet had been taken out and replaced with hardwood flooring. Both the cribs were gone and now there stood a queen sized bed, which was unmade with the white pillow lopsided at the head, with the same stuffed moogle on it, but it was now worn out, and a blue blanket that was half on the bed and half on the floor. Where the changing table once stood was now a desk with a flat screened computer on it. Where the supply cabinet was now had a dresser drawer with clothes sticking out of it and a TV sitting on top of it.
He was playing Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas (I do not own that game, including a copy of the game at my house because my brother owns a copy of the game). He played for about fifteen minutes when Rep walked in, sipping a glass of orange juice. Riku felt his presence as he walked in.
"What's up with the hair?" asked Rep.
Riku was silent. In the game he kicked a random person out of a car and began to drive. He finally spoke.
"I got tired of cutting my hair." said Riku.
"Hmm." said Rep. He sipped his orange juice. "So, how can you stand being so dumb?"
Riku paused his game this time and turned to Rep. "Listen, Rep. I know I'm not as smart as you are, but can you stop rubbing your genius in my face?"
Rep was silent. He gulped down the last of his orange juice and adjusted his horn-rimmed glasses. He and Riku were both nearsighted, so Rep wore glasses while Riku owned a pair of glasses, but he wore contacts instead.
"Well, I'm going to go over to Kairi's house. Her mom called and asked me to fix her computer." spoke up Rep.
"Whatever, go!" said Riku as he turned back to his game, un-paused it, and began to play once again.
So, Rep left for Kairi's house while Riku played his video game. He sighed. He got bored with the game about ten minutes later. He shut off the PS2 and plopped onto his bed, to think. He normally spent New Year's hanging out with Sora and Kairi, but Sora's dad forced him to stay home to be with the family and Kairi was doing the same, only voluntarily. He still had Ryo, Hurky and Alexa. He liked Ryo, but not in the way she liked him. He wasn't that close to Hurky or Alexa yet, either. So, he went to his bookshelf where he kept all his video games. He took out Tekken 5 and began to play as Jin. Little did Riku know, he would have to square off against his evil twin brother...