Name: A Good Influence
Author: Andro
Rating:: R-sh
Couplings: RikuSora, slight LeonSora.
Author Notes: The huge paragraph near the end is supposed to be like that. ^_^: It's just Sora rambling without stop.
*~*~*~
Alarmed, Sora's head whipped from one side to another, eyes wide. Water dripped down his arms and splashed in disarray on the wooden floor, but he didn't care. He looked appalled, standing there, his backpack threatening to glide down his shoulder. His blue eyes registered shock.
His mouth opened, but no sound came out. He tried to close it, and then tried to speak again. Only a confused squawk came out. "Oh, stop exaggerating and tell me which one you want. Black, or white?" His mother held up two boxers, on each in hand.
"Oh, what am I talking about, I'll just put both," She decided by herself, folding them neatly and placing them on an heavy looking suitcase.
With a soft thump, his backpack landed on the floor, and Sora took a step inside his room. Was it his room? It reminded him more of a battlefield, and the clothes-*his* clothes-were the dead corpses.
"Uhm.. mom, what are you doing?"
"We're packing for you, duh. You leave tomorrow, and if we leave this to you, you'll take that damn ball you toss around and nothing else." Kairi's head popped up on the other side of his bed, and Sora started, not having seen her. Their mother shook her head at her firmly in warning.
"What have I told you about cursing Kairi?"
"It's not ladylike," Kairi chanted, sounding like she had to say it often.
"It's great to know both of you have such a confidence in me," Sora glowered at both briefly, but it deflated when neither paid him any attention.
Never the less, Sora knew what Kairi said was pretty true... so he sneaked out of the room, half fearing for his life, and jogged down the stairs. Passing the the laundry room, he took off his jacket and shirt, tossing them inside. His sneakers followed the same fate until he only wore a pain of mildly wet blue jeans.
Pushing his hair away from his face, Sora wandered into the kitchen, and was disappointed to find nothing was left cooked. // Oh, well. \\ Not one to be daunted by such confrontation, he opened the storage door and grabbed a cup of ramen, filled it it with water and placed it in the white microwave, punching it in for four minutes. Words and laughter floated down from the second floor, and Sora winced, wondering what it was all about. It wasn't like he had a Playboy magazine hiding under his bed or something.
// Women, \\ He thought with a confused little shrug to himself. His back rested against the kitchen counter, and Sora tried not to shiver. It felt like his mom and put the air conditioning on instead of the heater.
// I hope Riku's house is warmer. \\ Sora covered a yawn with his hand, and listened to the dull hum of the microwave working until he remembered that he should probably call Leon. They'd parted before having a chance to set up a meeting.
"Mmnn...oh. Great, I left my backpack up there..." He looked up at the ceiling and frowned as something heavy was dropped, and giggles followed.
"...They're destroying my room..."
"Beep. Beep."
"Yeah. I know, you're done. Thanks." Pressing a button, the door swung open and he reached in, cursing when he noticed water had spilled over the rim. Grabbing a cleaning cloth from the kitchen counter, he held the cup of ramen in one hand while he tried to give the microwave a quick clean.
The phone on the wall rang, and Sora tossed the cloth on the sink. It landed with a wet plop, and he pushed the microwave door shut with his hip. // Who can be calling? \\
"Hello, Kogai residence, Sora at your service." He tucked the black piece between his ear and shoulder, reaching for the drawer with forks.
"Is later tonight good?"
"Eh?" Sora paused, blinking in a puzzled manner until he recognized the soft voice.
"Ah! Uhm. Yeah. I think. Where?"
"My house. I'll pick you up."
"Oh, don't worry about it, I'll just walk." Sora assured him, ripping the cover off completely and throwing it into the trash.
"Score," He mumbled under his breath, and carried his food with him towards the living room.
"... Where do you live?"
"Sunrise Street, 1418. Why?"
"Sora, I live half an hour away by car."
"Oh. Well." Sora paused. "You probably should pick me up then."
*~*~*~
When Kairi answered the door, Sora didn't think too much about it. When it was slammed so hard the pictures on the walls rattled, even he had to look up.
"The hell?" He mumbled, getting up and leaving his Gameboy paused on the couch.
"What's up, Kairi?" He stuck his head into the hallway, and frowned vaguely at his sister. She stared at the door.
"Leon Hart's on the other side."
"Duh, told you a friend was picking me up," He reminded her, nudging her out of the way and opening the door.
"Leon Hart doesn't have friends!' Kairi rejected that, sounding exasperated.
"....."
"Ignore her, come on in," Sora suggested cheerfully, making it seem like it was something he did often.
"I'll go get my stuff, and we can go!" He yelled over his shoulder, leaving the door wide open.
Silence.
Leon looked at the small girl standing with her hands fiddling nervously to his side, and rolled his eyes, hearing the stiff pitter patter of rain falling still.
"So... uhm.... you're working on that story thing?" Kairi asked, trying to be friendly and not come off as an idiot.
"... Yes."
"What is it going to be about?"
"We haven't decided."
"As long as we're not getting into science fiction, we'll be peachy," Sora interjected, nearly sliding across the wood and falling as he appeared again, a heavy looking backpack slung over his shoulder.
"Science fiction sucks, nobody does any research on what they're talking about and it all sounds absolutely ridiculous, I mean, how hard is it to pick up a book and-bye Kairi-read at least a little on what you're writing?" Shamelessly, Sora forced Leon to back out into the rain, and continued rambling on while the door was closed behind them.
"Not to mention it's absolutely impossible to do nearly ninety five percent of what people write about, you know? So I think-"
"Sora."
The younger teenager stopped, looking rather content despite the ever pounding rain.
"Yes?"
"We're taking a car. Not walking. My car, is over *there*," He emphasized, gesturing in the complete opposite direction Sora seemed to be walking in.
"Oh," Sora stood in the rain briefly before flashing a dazzling smile.
"Okay! Let's go then."
*~*~*~
"Uhm. You don't mind, do you?" Sora mumbled, unsure as he shifted.
".... What?"
"I'm wet. You don't mind that I'm getting the seat wet?"
Leon looked away and stared straight on, holding on to the shift stick tightly.
"No."
"... Okay," Shrugging, Sora tried to smile, finding that Leon really didn't talk a lot. Scratch that, the man hadn't said enough to complete a proper paragraph in ten minutes.
/ So he's silent. So what? It doesn't seem to be a pissy silence, so he's not upset at me... I think... something... oh, crap, I forgot to turn off my game.... eh. I can get to that level again, easy.\ Drawing in a long, peaceful breath, Sora studied the inside of the car, finding a stereo system installed that probably cost more than his dad's car.
"Do you actually use that?" The boy murmured, leaning forward to inspect the complicated looking controls. Sadly, anything that had more than an off/on button, play, rewind, forward and stop for Sora was just way too hard to figure out. He resisted the urge to poke at the various dials and buttons.
"..." Leon's glance informed him that his odd writing partner was fixated on his stereo.
"Occasionally."
"Occasionally?" Sora echoed, looking up. "What does 'occasionally' constitute as? Don't you like music? I love music. I'll even listen to pop, but don't tell anyone I said that, or I'll come at you with a rusty potato peeler," He added absently, brushing strands of hair out of his face.
Leon snorted faintly.
"I doubt it. Not that I care."
"About what?" He was given a disgustingly cheery smile. "About the music? Or my all-too-serious threat?"
"...."
"....I bet I can out silence you."
Leon eyed him.
"...."
"...." Sora grinned. "But then that wouldn't be any fun, would it?"
"I. Don't. Care."
"Really? That's great, because I just love to talk, you know? Tidus tells me I'm like a parrot. Once you get me going, there's no stopping me. Which isn't true, I'll probably stop for a tiiiiny little bit if you give me food, because it's impolite to talk with your mouth full, but otherwise, yeah, I won't shut the heck up if I really get going on a particular subject. Like soccer, I've always played soccer, it's one of the things I'm actually good at. I suck at other stuff. Give me a drawing pad and the only thing I can do is crappy looking stick figures that look anorexic even for stick figures. Gimme a guitar and I'll probably end up snapping the strings without even having to touch it. Or I'll probably drop it and snap the neck. I'm not too graceful y'know. Probably do. Maybe you don't. Now you do. Don't you feel special now? Of course you do. You're with me. You are now special. Special, special, special. Not short bus riding special mind you, just special. Why? Because I deem it so. And my word must always be followed, or the world will end up in chaos. And you've seen the news lately, right? That was Selphie's fault when she wouldn't do what I told her to. Tsk, tsk! You know Selphie? I dunno if you do, she's the short girl in yellow who is always organizing everything. She's also on the cheerleading team and is really, really loud. I mean, she is really loud. One day at a pep rally, I was sitting like, on waaaaay on the other side of the gym, and I actually heard her yelling. In a gym nearly full of a thousand screaming teenagers. I mean, jeeze... Oh, since we-mn?" Sora blinked innocently and pointed at the tanned hand that was pulled securely over his mouth.
"Mhmn-hm?"
Leon glared, exasperated.
"You don't ever shut up."
"Mmm!" Sora would have beamed at him if his mouth hadn't been occupied.
"Why?"
Sora gave a tiny, casual shrug. Then Leon felt it. Something wet and soft touched his palm, glided up and flicked across his fingers. "Fuck!" Jerking his hand back, he was indefinitely grateful that they were at a red stop light, and stared dumbfounded at the grinning younger boy.
"What? You wouldn't take your hand off!" Sora defended himself, tossing his hair back.
"..."
*~*~*~
End Chapter
*~*~*~
Oh, dear, nearly ten thousand words and no RikuSora yet. ^_^; I promise I'll fix that soon!
Author: Andro
Rating:: R-sh
Couplings: RikuSora, slight LeonSora.
Author Notes: The huge paragraph near the end is supposed to be like that. ^_^: It's just Sora rambling without stop.
*~*~*~
Alarmed, Sora's head whipped from one side to another, eyes wide. Water dripped down his arms and splashed in disarray on the wooden floor, but he didn't care. He looked appalled, standing there, his backpack threatening to glide down his shoulder. His blue eyes registered shock.
His mouth opened, but no sound came out. He tried to close it, and then tried to speak again. Only a confused squawk came out. "Oh, stop exaggerating and tell me which one you want. Black, or white?" His mother held up two boxers, on each in hand.
"Oh, what am I talking about, I'll just put both," She decided by herself, folding them neatly and placing them on an heavy looking suitcase.
With a soft thump, his backpack landed on the floor, and Sora took a step inside his room. Was it his room? It reminded him more of a battlefield, and the clothes-*his* clothes-were the dead corpses.
"Uhm.. mom, what are you doing?"
"We're packing for you, duh. You leave tomorrow, and if we leave this to you, you'll take that damn ball you toss around and nothing else." Kairi's head popped up on the other side of his bed, and Sora started, not having seen her. Their mother shook her head at her firmly in warning.
"What have I told you about cursing Kairi?"
"It's not ladylike," Kairi chanted, sounding like she had to say it often.
"It's great to know both of you have such a confidence in me," Sora glowered at both briefly, but it deflated when neither paid him any attention.
Never the less, Sora knew what Kairi said was pretty true... so he sneaked out of the room, half fearing for his life, and jogged down the stairs. Passing the the laundry room, he took off his jacket and shirt, tossing them inside. His sneakers followed the same fate until he only wore a pain of mildly wet blue jeans.
Pushing his hair away from his face, Sora wandered into the kitchen, and was disappointed to find nothing was left cooked. // Oh, well. \\ Not one to be daunted by such confrontation, he opened the storage door and grabbed a cup of ramen, filled it it with water and placed it in the white microwave, punching it in for four minutes. Words and laughter floated down from the second floor, and Sora winced, wondering what it was all about. It wasn't like he had a Playboy magazine hiding under his bed or something.
// Women, \\ He thought with a confused little shrug to himself. His back rested against the kitchen counter, and Sora tried not to shiver. It felt like his mom and put the air conditioning on instead of the heater.
// I hope Riku's house is warmer. \\ Sora covered a yawn with his hand, and listened to the dull hum of the microwave working until he remembered that he should probably call Leon. They'd parted before having a chance to set up a meeting.
"Mmnn...oh. Great, I left my backpack up there..." He looked up at the ceiling and frowned as something heavy was dropped, and giggles followed.
"...They're destroying my room..."
"Beep. Beep."
"Yeah. I know, you're done. Thanks." Pressing a button, the door swung open and he reached in, cursing when he noticed water had spilled over the rim. Grabbing a cleaning cloth from the kitchen counter, he held the cup of ramen in one hand while he tried to give the microwave a quick clean.
The phone on the wall rang, and Sora tossed the cloth on the sink. It landed with a wet plop, and he pushed the microwave door shut with his hip. // Who can be calling? \\
"Hello, Kogai residence, Sora at your service." He tucked the black piece between his ear and shoulder, reaching for the drawer with forks.
"Is later tonight good?"
"Eh?" Sora paused, blinking in a puzzled manner until he recognized the soft voice.
"Ah! Uhm. Yeah. I think. Where?"
"My house. I'll pick you up."
"Oh, don't worry about it, I'll just walk." Sora assured him, ripping the cover off completely and throwing it into the trash.
"Score," He mumbled under his breath, and carried his food with him towards the living room.
"... Where do you live?"
"Sunrise Street, 1418. Why?"
"Sora, I live half an hour away by car."
"Oh. Well." Sora paused. "You probably should pick me up then."
*~*~*~
When Kairi answered the door, Sora didn't think too much about it. When it was slammed so hard the pictures on the walls rattled, even he had to look up.
"The hell?" He mumbled, getting up and leaving his Gameboy paused on the couch.
"What's up, Kairi?" He stuck his head into the hallway, and frowned vaguely at his sister. She stared at the door.
"Leon Hart's on the other side."
"Duh, told you a friend was picking me up," He reminded her, nudging her out of the way and opening the door.
"Leon Hart doesn't have friends!' Kairi rejected that, sounding exasperated.
"....."
"Ignore her, come on in," Sora suggested cheerfully, making it seem like it was something he did often.
"I'll go get my stuff, and we can go!" He yelled over his shoulder, leaving the door wide open.
Silence.
Leon looked at the small girl standing with her hands fiddling nervously to his side, and rolled his eyes, hearing the stiff pitter patter of rain falling still.
"So... uhm.... you're working on that story thing?" Kairi asked, trying to be friendly and not come off as an idiot.
"... Yes."
"What is it going to be about?"
"We haven't decided."
"As long as we're not getting into science fiction, we'll be peachy," Sora interjected, nearly sliding across the wood and falling as he appeared again, a heavy looking backpack slung over his shoulder.
"Science fiction sucks, nobody does any research on what they're talking about and it all sounds absolutely ridiculous, I mean, how hard is it to pick up a book and-bye Kairi-read at least a little on what you're writing?" Shamelessly, Sora forced Leon to back out into the rain, and continued rambling on while the door was closed behind them.
"Not to mention it's absolutely impossible to do nearly ninety five percent of what people write about, you know? So I think-"
"Sora."
The younger teenager stopped, looking rather content despite the ever pounding rain.
"Yes?"
"We're taking a car. Not walking. My car, is over *there*," He emphasized, gesturing in the complete opposite direction Sora seemed to be walking in.
"Oh," Sora stood in the rain briefly before flashing a dazzling smile.
"Okay! Let's go then."
*~*~*~
"Uhm. You don't mind, do you?" Sora mumbled, unsure as he shifted.
".... What?"
"I'm wet. You don't mind that I'm getting the seat wet?"
Leon looked away and stared straight on, holding on to the shift stick tightly.
"No."
"... Okay," Shrugging, Sora tried to smile, finding that Leon really didn't talk a lot. Scratch that, the man hadn't said enough to complete a proper paragraph in ten minutes.
/ So he's silent. So what? It doesn't seem to be a pissy silence, so he's not upset at me... I think... something... oh, crap, I forgot to turn off my game.... eh. I can get to that level again, easy.\ Drawing in a long, peaceful breath, Sora studied the inside of the car, finding a stereo system installed that probably cost more than his dad's car.
"Do you actually use that?" The boy murmured, leaning forward to inspect the complicated looking controls. Sadly, anything that had more than an off/on button, play, rewind, forward and stop for Sora was just way too hard to figure out. He resisted the urge to poke at the various dials and buttons.
"..." Leon's glance informed him that his odd writing partner was fixated on his stereo.
"Occasionally."
"Occasionally?" Sora echoed, looking up. "What does 'occasionally' constitute as? Don't you like music? I love music. I'll even listen to pop, but don't tell anyone I said that, or I'll come at you with a rusty potato peeler," He added absently, brushing strands of hair out of his face.
Leon snorted faintly.
"I doubt it. Not that I care."
"About what?" He was given a disgustingly cheery smile. "About the music? Or my all-too-serious threat?"
"...."
"....I bet I can out silence you."
Leon eyed him.
"...."
"...." Sora grinned. "But then that wouldn't be any fun, would it?"
"I. Don't. Care."
"Really? That's great, because I just love to talk, you know? Tidus tells me I'm like a parrot. Once you get me going, there's no stopping me. Which isn't true, I'll probably stop for a tiiiiny little bit if you give me food, because it's impolite to talk with your mouth full, but otherwise, yeah, I won't shut the heck up if I really get going on a particular subject. Like soccer, I've always played soccer, it's one of the things I'm actually good at. I suck at other stuff. Give me a drawing pad and the only thing I can do is crappy looking stick figures that look anorexic even for stick figures. Gimme a guitar and I'll probably end up snapping the strings without even having to touch it. Or I'll probably drop it and snap the neck. I'm not too graceful y'know. Probably do. Maybe you don't. Now you do. Don't you feel special now? Of course you do. You're with me. You are now special. Special, special, special. Not short bus riding special mind you, just special. Why? Because I deem it so. And my word must always be followed, or the world will end up in chaos. And you've seen the news lately, right? That was Selphie's fault when she wouldn't do what I told her to. Tsk, tsk! You know Selphie? I dunno if you do, she's the short girl in yellow who is always organizing everything. She's also on the cheerleading team and is really, really loud. I mean, she is really loud. One day at a pep rally, I was sitting like, on waaaaay on the other side of the gym, and I actually heard her yelling. In a gym nearly full of a thousand screaming teenagers. I mean, jeeze... Oh, since we-mn?" Sora blinked innocently and pointed at the tanned hand that was pulled securely over his mouth.
"Mhmn-hm?"
Leon glared, exasperated.
"You don't ever shut up."
"Mmm!" Sora would have beamed at him if his mouth hadn't been occupied.
"Why?"
Sora gave a tiny, casual shrug. Then Leon felt it. Something wet and soft touched his palm, glided up and flicked across his fingers. "Fuck!" Jerking his hand back, he was indefinitely grateful that they were at a red stop light, and stared dumbfounded at the grinning younger boy.
"What? You wouldn't take your hand off!" Sora defended himself, tossing his hair back.
"..."
*~*~*~
End Chapter
*~*~*~
Oh, dear, nearly ten thousand words and no RikuSora yet. ^_^; I promise I'll fix that soon!
