aeroras: ([the past] riku & sora; best friends)
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Sora lies on his back, arms crossed behind his head as he stares up at the sky. His eyes grow heavier and heavier with each passing moment, slowly...until the sound of the wind and the general soundtrack of nature envelopes him, surrounding him, blurring his other senses.

His eyelids finally shut, and he finds himself dozing off, random images and thoughts floating about in his mind, all lacking direction...

Date: 2007-01-13 07:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
But soon enough, a direction takes form. A memory, from the tender age of four - so young! So innocent!

Remember this house, Sora? You should - it's the one you lived in all your life. Your mom is there, even more cheerful than usual. There's an extra amount of food on the table for lunch, but you haven't been allowed to touch one bit of it.

Maybe there's company coming! No, no, of course there is - there's a loud knock at the door.

Who could it possibly be?

Date: 2007-01-14 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sora blinks, looking up from his toys -- among them a bright, red shiny truck! -- at the sound of the loud knock.

"Who's that?" he asks, following his mother's movements with his eyes as she gets to the door.

"Company," she replies cheerfully. "And hopefully a new friend for you, Sora!"

He makes a face. "New friend? I have plenty of friends." He's one of the most popular kids in his class! Still, he's curious.

Sora's mum pulls the door open.

Date: 2007-01-14 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Riku and his mom are behind the door. The two women proceed to chat happily, as the older ladies always seem to. He kind of tunes them out, and clutches to his mother's pants leg, even as she walks in the door.

He peers out from behind the material, casting a scrutinizing look at this new kid. Whoever he is, Riku's s'pposed to be nice to him - but he's got weird hair! He's probably one of those 'punks' that his grandpa's always muttering about. Maybe that red truck was -dangerous-!

He's probably expected to say something. But he's just fine -right where he is-.

Date: 2007-01-14 07:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That's okay. Sora is good at talking -- his teacher tells him so everyday, though it's more along the lines of 'stop talking' than anything.

But, anyway!

Sora gets to his feet, dragging the red truck along the floor behind him, watching Riku with a curious expression on his face.

"Hey new kid," Sora says cheerfully.

Date: 2007-01-14 07:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'm not new," Riku says, before he can stop himself from talking. It just... it needed correcting! "You are!"

He knew himself. He didn't know this other guy. Therefore his logic won!

Date: 2007-01-14 07:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sora frowns. "Huuh?" What is he talking about? That doesn't even make any sense! Well, it doesn't make any Sora-sense, and that's the only sense that matters!

Clutching his truck towards him, he gives Riku a long look. "Are you dumb?"

Date: 2007-01-14 07:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'm very smart," Riku intones. "My mommy even says so."

That... defense might sound lame to anyone else, but to him, it was -valid-. After all, his mom was the -smartest and best in the world-, so she would know!

Date: 2007-01-14 08:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sora shrugs. "It doesn't matter. You're in my house" -- he gestures to himself -- "so you're the new kid. Okay?"

He is totally staring Riku down right now.

Date: 2007-01-14 08:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"It's not very big," Riku says, looking around. He ignores Sora's previous actions. "Ours is bigger."

It's not a contest. But he still feels this needs stating.

Date: 2007-01-14 08:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sora narrows his eyes. Now he's a little offended.

No one should come into his house -- especially someone he doesn't even know! -- and start telling him that his house is bigger!

He actually wants to tell his mum about this, about how rude this new kid is being, but he wants to take care of this situation himself. Like a big boy does.

So he raises his truck up and simply chucks it at Riku as hard as he can.

"You're a dummy!" he shouts.

Date: 2007-01-14 08:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The truck connects with Riku's shoulder, before falling to the floor with a 'thump'. His face screws up for a moment, as if he's trying to decide whether or not to cry.

But that quickly passes.

"HE HIT ME," he proclaims instead, pointing an accusatory finger at Sora.

Date: 2007-01-14 08:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The mothers turn around immediately, now quite distracted by their sons.

Sora just stands there, mouth agape in shock. So not only is this new kid dumb, but he's a tattletale, too? Okay, he is so not good enough to be Sora's friend.

He crosses his arms, sulking. "You suck," he mutters, eyes narrowed at Riku.

Date: 2007-01-14 08:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"And you throw things" Riku points out, and reachs down, picking up the truck. He holds it in a firm grasp.

"I wanna go now, Mom," he informs his mother, and walks towards her.

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Date: 2007-01-15 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, Sora. That memory wasn't exactly the best, was it? We'll have to try again.

While you and Riku certainly do not go to the same school now, once upon a time, you did. You were in kindergarden, and he in the first grade. It's been a long day at school today - one of those where everything outside looks appealing, and nothing inside looks quite as good.

But the day is not even nearly half over. It's time for arts and crafts, and the assignment today is to paste things together.

A certain blue-haired boy is sitting at one of the tables, studiously pasting pictures of cats all over a piece of cardboard.

Date: 2007-01-15 06:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
On the other side of the classroom, Sora is sitting at a table with a bunch of his other friends -- all in the same grade -- and they're talking about everything under the sun. In fact, their voices are so loud and rowdy that their teacher has had to tell them to be quiet more than three times!

"And if you boys don't stop talking and start pasting those pictures, I'm going to have to separate you!" she threatens.

Needless to say, while they have quieted a notch, none of them have gotten any work done. Sora's assignment is completely blank.

Date: 2007-01-15 06:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Riku doesn't appreciate the noise. He especially doesn't appreciate the noise, when it makes him paste a cat wrong - and the head kind of comes off.

That cat needed that head.

He frowns to himself, eyeing the rowdy group. It's got the truck kid - which is just bad news. He considers to himself what to do. He could let the teacher handle it... but he's never really the type to want to wait around.

So he sits and thinks for a minute. His picture goes unattended, the poor crooked cat looking sad and confused about it's orientation.

Finally he grabs a wad of newspaper, and makes a huge ball out of it. He then shoves it in the paste, and --

  -- throws the whole, nasty thing right at Sora's head.

Date: 2007-01-15 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
A glob of sticky fluid hits him in the side of his head, getting into his hair and dribbling down the side of his neck.

One of his friends starts to laugh. The others look confused.
"Sora! What happened?"
"Who hit you?"
"That's gross!"

Sora just blinks. Well this is unexpected. Part of him really wants to cry right now. Already he can feel his throat becoming tighter and his eyes beginning to water. But no. He won't cry because he's with his friends and that's just embarrassing.

Instead he turns to scan the class for the possible culprit, his large blue eyes eventually landing on a certain silvery-haired boy who is so guilty.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" he yells as loudly as he can -- just because he can.

Date: 2007-01-15 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Riku doesn't even bother to answer. He merely gives his very best innocent smile, and then goes back to work on his picture.

That cat needs fixing.

Date: 2007-01-15 07:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, that is it! New Kid is reeeallly getting on his nerves. It doesn't matter that he's bigger than him! Sora's brave.

"Hey! I was talkin' to you!" Sora shouts, getting up from his seat. With one hand, he peels the gluey mess from his head, letting it's squishy contents settle in his palm. Never mind that his hair is going to need a serious scrubbing.

It is such a good thing that the teacher decided to go to the washroom, otherwise he might get into even more trouble.

"What's wrong with you, you dummy?" He stands a short distance away from him now, the gluey ball in his hand. He peers over at the other boy's work, making a face. "You shouldn't throw things like that."

And he plops the wet soggy mess right on top of Riku's headless cat picture.

Date: 2007-01-15 08:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Riku jumps up from his chair, the wood scraping across the floor with a loud sound. He gives Sora an angry look, forgetting all about the fact he started this first.

"I was working on that!"

He sounds indignant.

Date: 2007-01-15 08:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sora draws himself up to his full height (which is really nothing compared to New Kid), hands on his hips.

He doesn't scare him! Not at all.

"Yeah, so?"

The rest of the class is actually getting tense; many stand up and are circling the two boys with great interest.

Date: 2007-01-15 08:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"So," Riku says, "You wrecked it. An' you were noisy!"

He makes the second part sound like the worst crime in the world. After all, it is for him!

Date: 2007-01-15 08:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I don't care!" Sora says, frowning. "It was ugly anyway."

The side of his neck feels stiff from the glue drying up. He instinctively puts a hand to it.

Date: 2007-01-15 08:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Yeah, and yours had nothing," Riku says. The kid was talking too much to do anything, right? "I bet cuz you don't know how to do it."

His tone implies: moron!

Date: 2007-01-15 08:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sora scoffs as much as a four-year-old can scoff. "I know how to do it," he says bitingly, crossing his arms with an angry look on his face. "And I can make it better than yours any day!"

And as if to prove his point right then, he takes the vacant spot across from Riku's seat, grabs a blank piece of paper from the 'extra pile' and starts to furiously glue random magazine pictures in a messy collage.

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