Challenge [229] Favorite Body Part
Challenge: [229 - Favorite Body Part]
Title: Strong Hands, Strong Heart
Word Count: 405
Notes: A kid Sora and his mother, long before the fighting starts. Or is this the start of it?
"Oh, look at you now-" Sora's mother sighed over the rough abrasions on her son's hands, the split knuckles and blood that trickled over his fingers. "I told you time and again that Riku plays too rough…" She brushed away the sand the clung to the cuts, ignoring his squirm as the roughness of the grains irritated the scratches.
"Mom, it's okay," Sora frowned and tugged his hands away. "We were just playing and he's tryin' to teach me to be strong." He looked as indignant as a child of his age could. "We're friends and he won't hurt me." He and Riku had been playing with swords again. It was a favorite activity of Riku's, ever since the older boy read a story about princes and princesses and fighting the evil overlord.
"Why do you need to be so strong?" she asked instead, grabbing his hands again so she could at least wipe away the blood, put peroxide on the scratches. "You're only seven, Sora." She didn't want to see him grow up so quickly. His hands should be coloring or making sandcastles.
"If you start now," Sora looked off, barely noticing her gentle touches, "you can be really strong when you're older. Like how Zidane is strong." Zidane was one of Sora's heroes; a regular guy that proclaimed how he was going to protect people, no matter what. He had saved his girlfriend from some really bad guys when he was just a teenager. Every kid knew that story and wanted to be as cool as he was.
"You have someone you want to protect?" she teased. "Your old mother?"
Sora looked uncomfortably serious as he nodded, tucking his hands away when she finished with her ministrations. "Yeah… and Riku and Kairi, too. All my friends." He looked wistful. "I want to make more friends so I can protect them, too."
She smiled and brushed a strand of hair away from his face. "That sounds like a good plan," she murmured. "I guess a little scratch here and there won't hurt you too much, when you're so intent on helping the world."
He grinned at her, eyes bright and she staggered with the full force of her son's exuberant hug. "Yeah! I'm totally going to get stronger, too-so that you won't need to keep bandaging me up."
Releasing her, he ran back towards the door, where Riku was waiting for him.
Title: Strong Hands, Strong Heart
Word Count: 405
Notes: A kid Sora and his mother, long before the fighting starts. Or is this the start of it?
"Oh, look at you now-" Sora's mother sighed over the rough abrasions on her son's hands, the split knuckles and blood that trickled over his fingers. "I told you time and again that Riku plays too rough…" She brushed away the sand the clung to the cuts, ignoring his squirm as the roughness of the grains irritated the scratches.
"Mom, it's okay," Sora frowned and tugged his hands away. "We were just playing and he's tryin' to teach me to be strong." He looked as indignant as a child of his age could. "We're friends and he won't hurt me." He and Riku had been playing with swords again. It was a favorite activity of Riku's, ever since the older boy read a story about princes and princesses and fighting the evil overlord.
"Why do you need to be so strong?" she asked instead, grabbing his hands again so she could at least wipe away the blood, put peroxide on the scratches. "You're only seven, Sora." She didn't want to see him grow up so quickly. His hands should be coloring or making sandcastles.
"If you start now," Sora looked off, barely noticing her gentle touches, "you can be really strong when you're older. Like how Zidane is strong." Zidane was one of Sora's heroes; a regular guy that proclaimed how he was going to protect people, no matter what. He had saved his girlfriend from some really bad guys when he was just a teenager. Every kid knew that story and wanted to be as cool as he was.
"You have someone you want to protect?" she teased. "Your old mother?"
Sora looked uncomfortably serious as he nodded, tucking his hands away when she finished with her ministrations. "Yeah… and Riku and Kairi, too. All my friends." He looked wistful. "I want to make more friends so I can protect them, too."
She smiled and brushed a strand of hair away from his face. "That sounds like a good plan," she murmured. "I guess a little scratch here and there won't hurt you too much, when you're so intent on helping the world."
He grinned at her, eyes bright and she staggered with the full force of her son's exuberant hug. "Yeah! I'm totally going to get stronger, too-so that you won't need to keep bandaging me up."
Releasing her, he ran back towards the door, where Riku was waiting for him.