Bee

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 02:38:21 GMT

So I was at work a couple days ago (for anyone reading this who doesn't know where I work, I work at Wendy's, who thinks they're better than fast food, but that's beside the point), listening to people order their food in the drive-thru, and thought of all the things people do that that irritate us employees and/or make it harder for us to do our jobs.

Things people shouldn't do:

1. Talk on their cell phones while ordering, especially in the drive-thru. What the heck, people?
2. Yell into the speaker when they're in the drive-thru.
3. Alternatively, mumble into the speaker or let passengers give the orders.
4. Order things that are on the menus of other restaurants (e.g. McNuggets, burritos, Big Macs, Whoppers, Blizzards, etc.).
5. Argue with the employees/managers about the prices of the food/drinks/Frosties.
6. Allow their spawn to climb on counters/banisters/booth dividers/the inside of their car.
7. Also, allow their spawn to scream incessantly during the order.
8. Inform us of things we already know are going on or have happened, like an 'out of order' sign being placed on the bathroom. Someone had to put that there, ya know.
9. Try to get dates with female employees.
10. Mock the employees because they're working in food service.

Things people do that make our jobs that much harder to do:

1. Don't read the menu. I think it's become uncool or something.
2. Order a sandwich and then change it to a combo at the last minute, or vice-versa. After we've already entered the sandwich combo, causing us to void out the sandwich/combo. Voids are bad.
More stuff will be added when I remember it.

Coooosplaaay

Wed, 30 Jul 2008 03:25:35 GMT

Because I need a list of my cosplays and what I need to do with them. And it's about 40-some-odd days until the convention (or until the date that the hotel says I have the room reserved, rather) to get them all done. All center-justified because I caan.

==COSTUMES==

~Roxas~

-Need to sew all the checkers on (all 67 of them) the shirt
-Need to fix the shirt hem
-Add black to the shirt sleeves
-Need to put red fabric on the collar
-Relocate black undershirt
-Sew beige fabric to black pants
-Buy shoes
-Buy red shoelaces for shoes
-Paint shoes
-Figure out how to spike hair properly

~Riku~

-Paint belts
-Touch up shoes
-Fix shoes-no laces this time
-Add zipper to shirt

~Repliku~

-Remake ~~buttcape~~ skirt
-Remake Heartless symbol
-Locate new blue gloves
-Fix bodysuit

==Props==

~Keyblade~

~Wooden Sword~

~Struggle Bat~

~Dark Keyblade~

-Touch up paint
-Remake flared parts

I also have at least two more costumes and props planned, but I don't know if I'll be able to make them all in a month. Not to mention an AMV for the contest there. Why do I take all this stuff on? I think I hate myself.

Divided by Two: Chapter 2 [prologue 2] Preparedness

Thu, 15 May 2008 02:11:12 GMT

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Title: Divided by Two

Rating: PG

Summary: Takes place after Kingdom Hearts 2. Sora, Riku, and Kairi have returned to their islands and a relatively normal life. However, a couple months after their return, Destiny Islands is once again torn apart, scattering its inhabitants across various worlds. In addition to this, a new batch of baddies has appeared to terrorize the worlds, and those once thought dead seem to have come back to life. How are all these events connected, and who's running the show this time?

~\-/~

Two months had passed since Destiny Islands had anything major to celebrate. Two months ago there had been an impromptu party to rival some of the festivals the islands normally had.

After all, it wasn’t every day that three kids, two of whom had been missing for two years and presumed dead and one who had disappeared, reappeared and disappeared again, returned home alive and well.

Kairi lead the trio back onto the main island, and was swept into a hug by her father almost as soon as her feet hit the sand. Her mother joined the hug a few seconds later, her scolding punctuated by sobs. Sora was the next one to reach shore, and was nearly tackled by his mother, who was simultaneously trying to crush her son and boast to anyone who would listen about how he was back and she knew it and see she wasn’t crazy like everyone had said. Riku was the one to approach his parents, somewhat hesitantly and very awkwardly, before his mother burst into tears and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.

Selphie was the one that suggested throwing a welcome-back party and even somehow managed to plan, organize, and throw the party in the span of a few hours when the idea was approved. With some help, of course—Destiny Islands wasn’t that big of a community and many people were more than happy to help with a party, as long as they were invited.

Nearly a month had passed before all three teenagers’ parents had started trying to get the story of what had happened two years prior from their kids. Sora’s story of sailing out into a storm on the raft and getting stranded held up for a while, since the raft had indeed been destroyed. Unfortunately, the more times he told this, the more elaborate the tale got, and he still couldn’t quite explain how he and Riku hadn’t come back when Kairi did or how Kairi had disappeared a second time. Eventually he just changed the subject or left the room whenever anyone asked, shrugging or waving the matter away with a simple 'I've already told you the story.'

Summer had begun on the islands, and for most it meant more time hanging out at the beach and less to no time working or sitting in school. 'Summer' meaning the couple of months where it was the very hottest and there was the highest chance of storms.

Sora decided that it was a great time to be throwing rocks at peoples' windows. He was standing on the sidewalk outside a cream-colored two-story house, tossing pebbles at one of the windows on the second story. He concentrated on the window, tongue poking out slightly, and aimed a whole handful of rocks at the window. They clattered against the glass, and a few seconds later the window slid open and a silver-haired head poked out. Sora froze in the midst of picking up another rock.

“Sora, what are you doing?” the head demanded in a female's voice, narrow blue eyes flickering from the stone in the boy's hand to the windowpane next to it, which had a fair amount of dust and sand on it and a few scratches from the rocks.

“I was, ah…” Sora started, trying to think of an excuse why he was throwing rocks at someone’s window. To be safe, he dropped the rock in his hand and kicked it down the sidewalk a few feet. “Is Riku home?”

The woman nodded, still looking slightly irritated, but she seemed to have decided the window wasn’t damaged and stopped checking it. “He’s probably still asleep. Go wake him up if you want.”

Sora fidgeted a little; before, he had practically lived at Riku’s house, but he had felt nervous lately about visiting his friend at home. Especially since Riku’s mother was still prone to bouts of near-hysteria whenever Riku happened to be around her and his father seemed slightly suspicious of Sora. He headed for the front door, stopping to shout an apology, and heading inside when the silver-haired woman nodded and slid the window shut.

Sora toed off his shoes and shrugged off his backpack before dashing up the nearby stairs, taking them two at a time. There were four doors in the upstairs hallway and two of them were partially open, but one led to a bathroom and the other to what looked like an office. He headed for one of the closed doors, the one opposite the front of the house, and tried the handle to see if it was locked. It wasn’t, and he peeked in.

The room was unusually dark for mid-morning, probably due to the blinds being drawn on all the windows. Sora squinted, using the light from the hallway, trying to make out the room. There were some odd-shaped mounds on the floor he assumed were clothes, and in the furthest corner of the room was a bed with a pile of blankets on it. Sora crept into the room, noticing that a pale arm was sticking out of the blankets, hanging over the side of the bed.

He crouched by the bed, grabbing the arm by the wrist and shook it a little, causing the blankets to shift slightly.

“Mm...c’mon Mom, leave me alone,” the owner of the arm mumbled sleepily, swatting at Sora. Sora made a face and stood up, only to nearlycollapse on his friend a few seconds later. A cord leading from a pair of headphones had gotten tangled around one of his feet; he unwound it and threw it into a corner of the room.

“Man, and Kairi calls me lazy,” Sora mused, glancing at Riku’s alarm clock and noticing for the first time that there was a nightlight plugged into the outlet below it. A palm tree nightlight, he noted; he never remembered Riku ever having a nightlight in his room. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Sometime before ten. Don’t you have school?” Riku mumbled. He refused to come out from under the covers and Sora didn’t weigh a lot so he wasn’t exactly being crushed.

“Nope! Well, not yet.” He shook what he figured was Riku’s shoulder. “Get up, please? I hate going by myself and Kairi won’t go with me. I hate summer school.” He pouted and started to say something else, but a loud beeping noise startled him and he fell backwards off the bed.

Riku laughed as he reached over to turn his alarm off, shrugging off the you-did-that-on-purpose look Sora was giving him from the floor. Sure, it was pretty much his fault that the alarm went off at nine forty-five, but it was also Sora’s fault for deciding to show up in his bedroom when he did. Even though a t-shirt landed on his head a few seconds later, obscuring half of his vision and Sora’s indignant expression, he still thought it was funny.

And that’s how he headed to the bathroom a minute later, t-shirt still partially draped over his head and wearing only a pair of pajama pants.

---

A couple hours later, Riku was by himself, having dropped Sora off at school (he knew Sora would recall it later as “ditched” rather than “dropped off”), trying to catch up on missed sleep in the spot he figured people would be less likely to bother him—the tree-house on the play island. Surprisingly, it was still in use. There was evidence of a recent sleepover--a pile of sleeping bags piled in one corner of the one-room "house", board games stacked up near the sleeping bags, and a handful of candy wrappers strewn across the floor.

“Riku? You in here?” a female voice called. The footsteps entered the tree-house and Riku opened one eye to catch a glimpse of something red and pink standing there.

“I can’t hide from you, can I, Kairi?”

“Of course not! Guess you’re stuck with me forever and ever.” Kairi giggled and sat down beside Riku, drawing her knees up to her chest.

“Sora won’t like that,” Riku replied. “What are you doing here anyway?” He made a mental note to find better hiding spots, though he doubted he’d ever be safe from Kairi’s Riku Tracking Senses.

“Looking for you.”

Riku knew this. If Kairi had her way, both boys would have tracking devices implanted in them so she’d never be able to lose either one of them again, despite Riku’s excuse that they probably wouldn’t work in the dark realm if either of them were to wind up in it. He nodded, but didn't say anything. Both of them knew he was still uncomfortable being back on the islands, but Kairi couldn't help making sure she knew where he was, just in case.

“Wakka’s recruiting for the blitzball team. He wants to know if you’re interested,” Kairi said, trying to fill the gap in the conversation.

Riku didn’t respond, his attention directed towards the tree-house’s window instead. Kairi, thinking he had seen something interesting, got up to look out the window as well.

“Kairi.”

“Hm?” She turned around, slightly confused.

“Have you noticed anything weird lately? Something doesn’t seem right, ever since we got back to the islands.” Riku stood up and joined Kairi by the window, looking down at the beach.

Kairi’s confused look was replaced with a worried expression. “Weird? Like how?”

“I don’t know. Just…weird. I can’t describe it.” He shrugged and shook his head. “Maybe I’m just imagining it." He looked suddenly uncomfortable and started heading towards the exit.

"Riku, wait!" Kairi called, running onto the deck after Riku. Unfortunately for her, he was already heading for the dock below, having vaulted over the railing. He glanced up at her for a few moments before wading over to his boat, shoving it away from the dock and jumping in. Kairi screwed up her face out of frustration and sighed, leaning against the railing.

---

"Kairi, help meee. Pleease?"

Kairi glanced over from her spot on Sora's bed, catching sight of Sora's upside-down face peering at her from under a textbook hat. He was attempting to look unhappy, but leaning backwards over the chair wasn't helping him in the fact that it just made him look vaguely creepy. Kairi shook her head and hit him lightly on the nose with with her own book.

"I told you, Sora, I'm not doing your homework for you."

"I can do my own homework," he protested, sitting back upright and turning in the chair. "But you've done all this stuff already. I don't want to be stuck at home all day." He pouted at Kairi again, exaggerating his expression as much as he possibly could to see what response he could get out of her. The redhead didn't do anything at first, but Sora kept changing his expression, making it sillier every time. Kairi's mouth twitched, and she opened up her book again to ignore him, though she snuck a glance now and then.

"Sora, stop it! I mean it!" she finally cried, cracking a smile. Sora's face had finally come to resemble a fish's--lips puckered, tongue poking out, and eyes crossed--and not at all like the original pout.

"Only if you help me." Sora rearranged his expression, grabbed his study materials, and threw himself onto the bed next to Kairi. "C'mon. If you help me, I'll show you something really cool later."

Kairi regarded him skeptically, but then took the textbook out of his lap. "I'll hold you to that promise, Sora."

Chapter 1: Die

Divided by Two: Chapter 1 [prologue 1] Die

Thu, 15 May 2008 02:01:47 GMT

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Title: Divided by Two

Rating: PG, for now

Summary: Takes place after Kingdom Hearts 2. Sora, Riku, and Kairi have returned to their islands and a relatively normal life. However, a couple months after their return, Destiny Islands is once again torn apart, scattering its inhabitants across various worlds. In addition to this, a new batch of baddies has appeared to terrorize the worlds, and those once thought dead seem to have come back to life. How are all these events connected, and who's running the show this time?

~\-/~

Darkness. His life began in it, and it was present in every moment of his extremely short life—truthfully, he was basically darkness given form. Darkness and data combined into a shell of a teenage boy. It only made sense that darkness would be omnipresent in death. But it was HIS darkness, where he could finally be away from anyone and everyone who wanted to screw with his head or heart, with no obligations, promises…or the overwhelming urge to kill a certain lightning bug of a Nobody whenever she entered his field of vision.

Unfortunately, he was also very much alone with his own memories. Memories of a blonde girl in white he sought to protect, even after she repeatedly lied to him, after she had rearranged his thoughts and personality so that he lost sight of himself and became the guy EVERYONE ELSE thought he should be. Memories of a boy (and his odd friends) who might have been his best friend in a different world.

Except not all his memories were completely clear. Sure, he could remember just about everything, but events before he, well, broke were blurry and hard to remember. It's a strange thing, really, to suddenly realize that you do, in fact exist but don't know exactly how or why. The more he tried to remember exact details, the more the memories continued to slip away until he eventually decided that they weren’t really all that worth keeping anyway and gave up. Who needs memories when one’s dead?

What started bugging him next wasn’t mental, but physical, and came in the form of itching. Like he was on or against something that was tickling him and it was more than a bit strange to look around and see nothing but darkness. That is, until something clicked in his brain and he realized that his eyes were closed, which explained the darkness. He opened them.

He was right, he had been lying on what turned out to be grass, on his side, which caused his left arm to pop and cramp up when he tried to lean on it. He blinked and squinted around at the world around him, trying to bring it into proper focus, wincing when he pushed himself up and his wrist responded with a loud pop. The landscape was fairly bland, consisting mostly of grass and short shrubby trees with a pale bluish-grey sky and absolutely no sign of any life whatsoever—humans, animals, or otherwise. The sun even seemed dull, casting little light on the landscape and giving the sky an overcast look.

He himself, aside from various aches and pains due to sleeping directly on the ground and sleeping for who-knows-how-long, was not too bad off. Even though the last thing he did was participate in a fight to the death, he didn't seem to be wounded at all. His hair was much longer than he remembered it being; his bangs were almost long enough to tuck behind his ears and it fell well past his shoulders in the back. What disturbed him was how he seemed to know all of these facts, yet he couldn’t see for himself to prove them—although he could feel his body, he couldn’t see it. He could feel gloves on his hands, but when he held his hands up in front of him, he couldn't see them at all.

“Glad to see you’re finally awake.”

He heard a voice suddenly, though he couldn’t tell if it came from somewhere nearby or in his head, but immediately scanned the area to find the source. Whoever it was sounded female and young—he searched for anyone fitting that description, but unless she was hiding in one of the trees a couple hundred yards away, there was no one there except for him.

“Who’s there?” he asked, voice cracking slightly. He paused to clear his throat. “Come out. I know you’re there somewhere.”

“Too bad, guess you’ll have to deal with it," the voice teased.

He scowled and glared down at the grass, since it was the only living thing nearby. Death was just as bad as life, if he was stuck in a place like this with nothing but a nameless, faceless voice to keep him company. Then again, it could've well been the grass itself talking for all he knew. He sighed and pushed himself up off the ground, intending on exploring whatever the place was he was in. He quickly found out there wasn’t much to it that he hadn’t already seen—just grass and trees.

“You’re boring to watch, I hope you know that.”

He rolled his eyes at the voice and concentrated on trying to climb a nearby tree. It was harder than it sounded. Since he couldn’t see where his hands were going, it was hard to coordinate them and after ending up on the ground for the fifth time, he flopped back on the ground, staring up at the dim sky. Maybe he would go back to sleep…

“Come on, get up. There’s a reason I woke you up, after all!”

He felt someone shaking his shoulder, and swatted at them a few times, but they kept shaking him. It went like this for a few minutes, him being shaken and trying to shoo the person away, until he finally got fed up and rolled out of the way. The girl—he assumed it was a girl—had been behind him, so he turned that direction before scrambling to his feet.

Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to yell at girl-voice, he really couldn’t bring himself to, apparently opting instead for staring stupidly and uttering partial words before giving up and shutting up altogether. And continuing to stare, of course, as the girl standing in front of him wasn’t someone he could easily yell at. His eyes told him it was Naminé, but his brain told him it most likely wasn’t, and both decided to battle it out, putting his mouth in the crossfire. Not-Naminé laughed a little bit and smiled in a way that was unlike the girl she was imitating; it was creepier, if nothing else.

“I picked this form because you’re less likely to try to destroy me if I look like this. Am I correct?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. He stared at her for a few more seconds, before frowning and turning his head away. “I’ll take that as a yes. I had assumed you would be curious to know what I had to say. It does pertain to you, after all.”

“I don’t care. Nothing pertains to me," he muttered, scowling. "I died, the world doesn’t have anything for me anymore. Not that it ever really did.” He shrugged and chanced a look at not-Naminé, who to his surprise was still smiling and had started bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

“Not exactly. Yes, you did die, but you’ve been given a second chance at life.” She calmed down slightly, but continued rocking back and forth on her feet, hands clasped behind her back, waiting for his answer.

“Second chance? Why? My first life, if you can even call it that, wasn’t that great,” he replied, trying to decide which was more disturbing, Naminé grinning like she was or Naminé acting like she was on a sugar high. He settled for the latter, and gently put his hands on her shoulders to get her to stop bouncing. “Besides, there’s got to be a catch. I want to know what it is first.”

Naminé bit her lip. “There is…see, when you, ah, died, your body and soul ended up here, but your heart didn’t. I wasn’t sure if it fizzled out of existence entirely or if it was out there somewhere, floating around by itself or...” She glanced at his chest, and he automatically put his hand over it, as if to protect the heart he figured was still there. People's hearts usually only separated from their bodies if they were killed by Heartless.

He tapped his fingers against his chest. “You’re saying I can’t come back to life without a heart?” That didn’t make sense to him—how else had all those Nobodies lived without their hearts? What made him a special case?

She shook her head. “That’s not it. It's just procedure...anyway, I found it, after a year of searching. It wasn’t easy to find, as it had attached itself to someone else’s heart. Or rather, a piece of it had. A big piece, but still only a piece.” She bit her lip again and started fidgeting with the hem of her dress, and for a few seconds, he was convinced he was actually dealing with the real Naminé and not an anonymous entity in her form. “But I couldn’t separate it. I tried, but it stuck like glue." She hooked her index fingers together and tugged them to demonstrate. "Really long story short, if you want to live, I’ll have to split that person’s heart in two and transfer half of it to you. How does that sound?”

He didn’t answer at first. Weighing the pros and cons was tough; on one hand, this would be the best chance to live his own life, out of anyone’s shadow and he could do what he wanted, but on the other hand, he could just be playing into Destiny's hands and end up in a repeat of his previous life. It was a fifty-fifty chance, but he decided to take the risk, if it would get him out of this world. He nodded.

“I'll take you up on that offer. If anything goes wrong, I’m blaming you for it.” He managed a grin before adopting a more serious expression. “But next time I meet you, I won’t care what form you take. Keep that in mind, too.”

Naminé smiled her slightly creepy smile again and stepped forward, closer to him. “I’ll remember that. But I doubt you’ll be back here any time soon. Now, I need you to go back to sleep for a little bit, and when you wake up again…well, you’ll see.” She reached out and touched his forehead lightly, and he started to question why she did that when he suddenly felt himself falling and the world went dark again.

Meme stolen'd from a friend...

Wed, 19 Dec 2007 04:19:17 GMT

"Gather all your RP journals, list the characters and any au versions you RP. Open the doors to the public side so even lurkers can ask the muses questions. Respond with that RP account or if you don't have accounts just to the question given."

THIS IS A MEME ASK ONE OF THESE CHARACTERS A QUESTION YOU PERSONALLY WANT TO KNOW.~

-Riku (Kingdom Hearts 2)
-Hogwarts!Riku (AU)
-Yuan (Tales of Symphonia)
-Aika (Skies of Arcadia)
-Zexion (Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories)

"When Destiny Just Doesn't Want to Cooperate" (Tentative title)

Sat, 13 Oct 2007 00:53:31 GMT

The rough draft of the first chapter of a KH fic I'm working on. Part of it, anyway.

Darkness. His life began in it, and it was present in every moment of his (very short) life—he pretty much was darkness, in teenage boy form. It only made sense that he’d be in darkness in death. HIS darkness, where he could finally be away from anyone and everyone who wanted to screw with his head or heart, with no obligations, promises…or the overwhelming urge to kill Larxene whenever she came within range of his vision.

Unfortunately, he was also very much alone with his own memories. Memories of a blonde girl in white he sought to protect, even after she repeatedly lied to him, after she had rearranged his thoughts so that he lost sight of himself and became the guy EVERYONE ELSE thought he should be. Memories of a boy (and his odd friends) who might have been his best friend…in a different world.

Except not all his memories were completely clear. Sure, he could remember just about everything, but events before he, well, broke were blurry and hard to remember. The more he tried to remember exact details, the more the memories continued to slipped away until he eventually decided that they weren’t really all that worth keeping anyway and gave up. Who needs memories when one’s dead?

‘Who says you’re dead? ‘

A voice that definitely didn’t come from him or any of his thoughts startled him, pulling him out of his memories and causing him to notice that he was alseep. Or at least had been; he could feel that his body was curled up on something hard, though he couldn’t tell if it was a real feeling or a trick. He clearly remembered his body fading away. He chanced opening his eyes anyway.

He was right, he had been laying on what turned out to be grass, on his side, which caused his left arm to pop and cramp up when he tried to use it to sit up. He blinked and squinted around at the world around him, trying to bring it into proper focus. It was fairly boring, consisting mostly of grass and trees with a pale bluish-grey sky and absolutely no sign of any life whatsoever—humans, animals, or otherwise. A pale sun cast some light on the place, but not enough to brighten anything.

He himself, aside from various aches and pains due to sleeping directly on the ground and sleeping for who-knows-how-long, was not too bad off. Even though the last thing he did was participate in a fight to the death, he wasn’t wounded at all. His hair was much longer than he remembered it being; his bangs were almost long enough to tuck behind his ears and it fell well past his shoulders in the back. What disturbed him was how he seemed to know all of these facts, yet he couldn’t see for himself to prove them—although he could feel his body, he couldn’t see it.

“Glad to see you’re finally awake.”

The voice interrupted his thoughts again, but this time just glanced around warily for the source of the voice. Whoever it was, it was getting on his nerves fast, and as if to further annoy him, he thought it sounded a bit like Larxene when she was in a particularly bad mood.

“Who’s there?” he asked, voice cracking slightly. He paused to clear his throat. “Come out. I’m not in the mood for this!”

“Too bad, guess you’ll have to deal with it.”

Random one-shot I had to write...

Tue, 12 Jun 2007 03:53:17 GMT

Game/ Kingdom Hearts
Timeline: Post KH2
Characters: Sora, Riku, Kairi
Pairings: Sora/Kairi, one-sided Riku/Kairi
Rating: G

“Sora, what are you doing?”

A hand touched Sora on the shoulder, and it, combined with the question, caused him to yelp and jump. He had been crouched to the side of a closed door, but lost his balance when he was startled, ending up on his back on the hallway floor.

“Huh? Kairi? I thought you were downstairs,” Sora answered from the floor. He raised one arm, index finger extended, and pointed at the door. “I’m trying to see if Riku’s awake.” Kairi rolled her eyes and Sora giggled and wondered if she knew that he could almost see her underwear from his position. He shifted his position slightly, trying to move his head so he could see without her noticing.

“Don’t bother him if he’s sleeping, Sora,” Kairi scolded him. “He doesn’t have to wake up yet.”

Sora pouted. “But I like it better when he’s awake.” He stared at her for a few seconds longer, trying to get some effect with the pout. When nothing happened, he scrambled to his feet and started brushing invisible dust off of his uniform.

“I’m going in there. If he’s not up, I’ll get him up!” He struck a heroic pose, as if he were about to charge into battle, and Kairi stifled a laugh with her hand.

“Oh, Sora, be careful! You don’t know what’ll happen! What if you get hurt?” She clutched at Sora’s arm, appearing afraid. The boy responded by looping an arm around her waist and hugging her to him protectively.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” he assured her. “I think the worst part is his snoring.” He scrunched up his face and did his best version of his friend’s snoring, though it shortly dissolved into laughter. He extracted his arm and shoved the door open, flashing Kairi a grin as he ducked through and closed it.

It turned out that Riku was asleep, sprawled out on his bed with only his feet covered with any part of a blanket. The room was darker than normal for the time of day—indicated by the bedside clock to be 6:45—primarily due to the curtains being closed over the only window. Sora crept over to the bed, dodging some clothes and a stack of books on the floor, and slowly climbed onto the mattress. He waited a few seconds and then straddled Riku’s stomach.

“Riku? Hey Riku, time to get up!” He tapped on the older boy’s chest with his index fingers; no special pattern, unless left-right-right-right-left-right-left-left-right-left meant anything to anyone.

Riku groaned and shifted underneath Sora, cracking one eye open. “Wha the…it’s too early to get up.” To him, Sora registered as a brown, white, and light blue…thing. A thing that he realized was assaulting his chest. “What are you doing…?”

“Waking you up.” Sora shruged, but didn’t cease his tapping. “How can you sleep so late? I’ve been up for an hour.”

Riku finally opened his other eye and managed to conquer sleepiness enough to grab Sora’s arms and push them away. “Why, though? School doesn’t start until nine.” Sora shrugged.

“Kairi woke me up early. She told me I take too long in the shower and she wanted to make sure we weren’t late on our first day.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Kairi’s here too?” That got Riku’s attention—he tried to sit up, but Sora’s weight on his stomach prevented this somewhat. He ended up flopping back on the bed, exasperated. “Sora, get off of me. Now.”

Sora wiggled his hips and shook his head at Riku. “No way. I’m staying here until you promise you’ll get up and not go back to sleep.” He noted the position they were in and wondered what would happen if Kairi decided to wander in. Fortunately, Kairi had lost interest in the status of the two boys and had wandered downstairs.

“C’mon, get off. You’re crushing my ribs and possibly some major organs. Not to mention my spine. Besides, I don’t like you that way.” The corner of his mouth twitched as he waited for Sora to figure out the implications of that.

Sora processed this for a minute, then quickly leapt off Riku’s bed, face twisted into a mixture of surprise and mild disgust. “Hey, don’t say stuff like that! I have a girlfriend you know!” He flushed slightly at this but tried to cover it up by facing away and crossing his arms. Riku smirked and slid off the bed, stretching before heading for his bathroom.

“Of course you do. You let everyone know the moment you two started going out.” The bathroom door closed with a loud click. Sora stood there for a little bit before wandering over to the door and leaning against it.

“Hey Riku, do you think it’ll be hard to go back to school after we’ve been gone for so long?”

“I don’t know,” Riku yelled over the sound of his shower.

“I’ve never seen your bathroom. Is it big?” Sora asked.

“Can’t you wait to talk to me after I get out of the shower?”

“No.”

“I know you can. Go away.”

Sora pouted at the door. “You’re no fun, Riku. I just wanted to talk to you is all. What’s wrong with that?”

His only answer came from the water, so he gave up and leaned against the wall next to the door. Riku didn’t take long showers anyway, barely long enough to get wet, Sora thought. After a couple minutes, Sora knocked on the door.

“Are you done yet? You’re taking a long time.” He tried turning the door handle to see if it was locked; it wasn’t, and he poked his head inside. He was promptly met with a towel to the face.

“Get out of here!”

“But, I…” Sora removed the towel just in time to see a glimpse of Riku’s face before the older boy yanked the shower curtain closed. He bundled the towel up and clutched it to his stomach as he crouched beside the bathtub, reaching one arm out to poke the curtain towards his friend.

“Seriously, get out. I’m fine. ” Riku grumbled from the tub, pushing the curtain back out.

“Here, you need your towel.” Sora stood up and pulled the shower curtain aside. Riku, who hadn’t been expecting this and didn’t react quite fast enough, made a strangled noise and lunged for the curtain. For a few seconds, the two boys stared at one another silently, until Sora realized exactly why Riku wanted him to leave.

“Riku…what’s…uh…”

Unable to think of anything to say, Sora settled for staring again while Riku rolled his eyes and glared back. Instead of a pair of legs, Riku’s body from the waist down appeared to have changed into a long shark’s tail that almost matched his hair. Sora looked completely confused and had no idea what to do; Riku was attempting to look either indifferent but failed and looked angry instead.

“If you’re wondering how it happened,” Riku explained, “I have no clue. It just…happened.” He frowned, as Sora had leaned over to pet the new appendage, and lifted the end of the tail to slap him in the head. This caused him to yelp and fall into the bathtub on top of Riku, soaking his uniform and causing the silver-head to get even more annoyed.

The only way this could get any worse would be if Kairi came in right now… Riku thought.

It's not very good, but I had to get it out of my system.

Stamped at keybladerating

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 05:15:36 GMT