[M-008] 4 ways they did not meet and 1 way they did - Sora & Riku

[aerora]

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

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[tall_dark_and]

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?

[aerora]

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.

[tall_dark_and]

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-.

[aerora]

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.

[tall_dark_and]

"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!

[aerora]

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?"

[tall_dark_and]

"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!

[aerora]

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.

[tall_dark_and]

"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.

[aerora]

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.

[tall_dark_and]

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.

[aerora]

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.

[tall_dark_and]

"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.

[aerora]

Sora just stares. Stares until something in his little brain makes him realize that New Kid is taking his truck. It's in his dirty, stupid, silly hands. His favourite truck -- the one his father gave to him a couple Christmases ago!

No. This is too much!

Despite being taught to behave when guests are around, Sora runs at Riku, ready to pounce on the other boy. "That's mine!" he yells. "Give it back!"

[tall_dark_and]

"Nuh-uh!" Riku insists, holding onto the truck tight. "You hit me with it, so it's mine!"

Or rather, he tries to hold onto it. Before he can even realize what's happened, his mom's pried it out of his hands, and given it to Sora's mom. "You know that's not the proper way to take care of things," she informs him.

Riku frowns.

[aerora]

Sora's mum takes the truck and sighs, grabbing Sora by the collar before he can sock Riku with his small little fists.

"You know better than to behave like this," she scolds her son.

Sora struggles to get loose from her grip, but eventually he stops. "I wanna go to my room," he grumbles instead, crossing his arms.

His mother lets out another sigh. "Maybe you should." She lets go of him and gives him his truck. Sora wraps his arms around it, hugging the toy to his chest.