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Kingdom Hearts Alternate Universe /
This was pretty much
thought up on a Wednesday night, after skipping school because I
didn't want to finish my project that day, and even now, I'm
writing this instead of finishing the damn project, because I've
finally decided there's NO point in it. Yeah. I think I'll
probably just turn in the front, and when he says, 'Where's the
whole thing?' I'll have my eyes water up, and squeal, "Y-y-you
mean it's not with it!" and start crying. That ALLLLWWAAAYS
works . . .. Okay. Getting off topic.
This Kingdom Hearts, yeah, it has the characters from II, because they're older and lovelier.
This story also contains yaoi, yuri, shounen-ai, shojo-ai, and any sort of mix you could think of. And sex. It has sex. And Shiva would like to point out that, no, she is not failing Algebra. She is a year ahead of her math, thank you very much. There's straight-ness too, but Shiva IS a teenager girl, and Miyavi is playing in the background. Expect angst (I do good with angst), fluff (not so good), and plot (terrible at it). Also, if I ever get around to actually finishing the damn thing, no doubt it will be in a year, after long sporadic updates. Maybe. I'm kind of not very motivated. You know Shikamaru, from Naruto? Yeah, I'm Shikamaru. Only without the genius part.
Starting the story now.
/ Beat One Waking Up
Sunlight flooded into the room as soon as the curtains were drawn like floodgates, illuminating everything in its golden glow. Everything, that is, except for the boy curled up under his bed, no, the sunlight didn't get under there just yet. That would not happen until a manicured hand wrapped around the pale ankle, pulling the boy out from under there to face the light of day. For a moment, the owner of the hand almost expected the boy to hiss and start shriveling up.
Instead, aquamarine eyes flickered open. Pale lips parted to say something, but then closed again (thank god for small miracles) as the boy sat up. Silver hair tumbled down in a mess, plastered to his forehead and one cheek. His pajamas were in the same state as his hair, rumpled and dirty and probably in major need of a wash; yet everything about this boy's room screamed neat freak. From hair products and tools lined up perfectly on a dresser, to clothes organized by color and season in the closet, it screamed cleanliness, and thus, godliness.
"Riku, it's the first day of school, and you haven't even taken a shower yet? We leave in an hour," scolded his mother, a small woman with kind eyes but a mean voice. Her own appearance matched the room she stood in- neat, orderly, beautiful, and a little less than actually homey. A custom-tailored business suit covered her thin frame; gray skirt, gray jacket, white shirt, and even thin-wire frames over her eyes. Silver hair, like her son, yet clean and pulled back into a bun.
In response to both his mother's words and appearance, he simply grunted and began pulling his shirt off. A hard glare from his mother at the sight of the Chinese dragon crawling its way up his chest, lips pursed, but nothing said. Instead, she placed a glass of orange juice on a coaster next to his alarm clock on the nightstand, and left the room to its inhabitant.
The first thing Riku did was shed the rest of his clothes, and drag himself into the adjacent bathroom to do some heavy-duty primping. Thirty-minutes later he reappeared in a swirl of steam, and one could imagine, perfume. Shuffle back to the room; slide fingers over hangers in the closet until he picks one at random. One of his typically tight fitting shirts, this one olive green with a white sketchy heart on the front, a sketchy broken heart on the back. Coupled with a pair of jeans only a slim boy like Riku could pull off, he was set for a day of ignoring introductions and wandering aimlessly around, trying to find classes he didn't really want to go to.
It wasn't really the first day of school, of course. Just the 'move-in' day, where he would pack all of his shit up and ship it off to the dorm, where he would then create a room absolutely identical to back home. It's just how he worked, and it wasn't going to change any time soon. A quick glance at the makeup on his desk, a shake of the head. That was his sister's; she must have left it in here on one of her daily 'find Riku's hidden snack stash' raids. Why the girl would need to put make-up on to look for Twinkies was none of the silver-haired boy's concern. After all, starting today, he wouldn't even be living with her anymore, or a mother who still thought that, at 18, her baby boy needed someone to bring him a glass of orange juice in the morning.
"College…" he muttered, brushing his fingers against the pamphlet on the desk. 'Twilight University,' it read in big bold letters, simple and clean. It wasn't an especially prestigious college, but was at least not community college. Twilight U was somewhere in between, a sort of place to go if you weren't looking to own the world, but weren't looking for the world to own you, either. Riku hadn't had the motivation to apply for a better place. Lately, all he had been doing was settling for less, but it didn't bother him as much as it bothered his mother.
Speaking of his mother, halfway through brushing his hair she came in, arms folded. "You're wearing that? To college?" When her son simply grunted and continued brushing his hair, she sighed. "Oh, Riku, what will the dean think? What will the teachers think? You look like you're just starting high school, not college!"
Which wasn't true. Riku looked every bit the part of an 18 year old. The problem was, his mother wanted her 18-year-old to look like a 30-year-old, suit and all. Bullshit I'm wearing a suit, he thought, making a face at his mother through the mirror. Grab the orange juice from the nightstand, down it, and then sweep into the bathroom again to brush his teeth. When he was finally ready, he walked downstairs, his mother trailing after him.
Selphie giggled, jumping up from her spot on the couch. Ever the bouncy little sister, she jumped around him, singing, "Rikkkuuuuu's a big boy nooow!" over and over and over again, until she was stopped by Riku's hand firmly on her head. They were silent for a moment, wide green eyes staring up into aquamarine ones, and then…
Riku smiled, and hugged his little sister. "I'll miss you too."
Selphie giggled, and wriggled out of his grasp. "Call me, okay? Jus' think, I'mma be joining you there in three years!"
Oh god, terrifying thought. He tried not to let that show on his face, and simply poked her nose as he turned towards the door, and the already loaded car. It was his father, not his mother, who was driving him all the way to college, all the way in the Lumecia province. His mother had some big case or something, he wasn't too sure, but laid-back artist dad was always there to fill in.
His parents had gotten divorced when he was 14, so it wasn't young enough where it had affected him completely, but it was right when his hormones were being a huge bitch, so he had of course made it out to be a huge deal. Four years later, he accepted it for what it was- time. Time that was passing by right now, and was screaming for him to get in the car so they could get there before nightfall.
"Bye, Riku! Take care! Please call me when you get there!" called his mother. In response, his father called from the driver's seat, "Dianne, please, he's an adult now."
"Don't you get in any crashes, now! I won't be your lawyer, you hear?"
"Yes, ma'am," chorused both of them, before Riku slid into the front seat and closed the door. Finally, he was on his way to, for the first time in his life, really being on his own.
Meanwhile, miles away, another boy woke up in a similar state, and yawned loudly.
"Sora! Get up, honey!"