fic: conventional
Title: Conventional
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: RikuSora
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: T
Summary: After nearly three years of talking to Riku via internet, Sora is finally going to meet his best friend. At an anime convention. Love was never that easy.
Notes: I wrote this a long while ago, after my first experience at WonderCon and I've been meaning to bring it back to the light since I ruined the third chapter and lost the second.
Chapter One: Conventional
(Adjective: conforming with accepted standards, in accord with or being a tradition or practice, rigidly formal or bound by convention)
“Remind me again why I came along?” Roxas muttered from the back seat, more to himself then to Demyx or me.
“Just in case this ‘Riku’ turns out to be a child molester,” Demyx replied.
I pouted at the rearview mirror. I’d known Riku for over two years! I knew him. Okay. So I’d never seen him. But I’d met him on a manga fan community, and we liked all the same stuff. We talked for at least an hour every single day. Still, with all the suspicions surrounding online predators, Mom insisted I take Demyx and Roxas along to Ace-Con, where we planned to meet.
And so that we’d recognize each other, we decided to dress as Miyu and Mamoru, the main characters of Keyblade Wars. I already bore a freakish resemblance to Miyu, the hero of the story. The only real difference was that his eyes were brown. His hair was not as messy as mine, but still the same style. I got Demyx to help me put together Miyu’s outfit, loose-fitting pants and jacket adorned artfully with zippers. Finding a Keyblade was hard work, though. Roxas, surprisingly, was the one to pull through for me. Apparently the Oblivion was supposed to be a Birthday gift. Even if it was a week late, I hugged him for it and promised to help work off the time at Cid’s shop.
Finally we made it, and Demyx hopped out of the car, excited. He’d never been to a convention before and had been asking me questions all week.
As soon as we got toward the front of the line, a throng of girls with cameras dragged me away from my brothers and insisted I take pictures with them.
“He looks just like Miyu!” one of them squealed, snapping my picture. Behind her, Roxas rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like “pathetic”.
“If only we could find a guy dressed up as Mamoru!” her friend chimed in. “We could get them to pose together!”
“Porn!” another giggled.
I smiled and laughed nervously. Perhaps I neglected to mention that Keyblade Wars is a shonen-ai manga?
Roxas managed to get me back from them after several minutes of this, and we got inside. After handing over our tickets and getting our badges, we picked up loot bags. Demyx rifled though his with a cry of “Free stuff!” Inside was an event program, a few comic books, some buttons, and some other stuff.
The whole main room was crowded with stalls selling costumes, weapons from several different manga and video game series, action figures, trading cards, T-shirts, comic books, plushies…
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Roxas muttered.
“What should we do first?” Demyx scanned the program. “Oh look! Ryan O’Donohue is going to be here! I want his autograph!”
I, meanwhile, was looking around for a guy slightly taller than me with silver hair wearing a black coat and carrying the Way to the Dawn. It didn’t help much, either, that random people kept coming up and asking for my picture. About half an hour later there was still no sign of Riku, and we’d lost Demyx. We called his cell phone and he said he was looking around and that we should stick together. “And call me when you find Riku!” he added before hanging up.
I was starting to worry that Riku had lied to me. But then, the main room itself was huge, and there were at least ten bigger conference rooms where other stuff was going on. Like the guy who drew the Jenova manga was here. Riku could be getting his autograph. Or he was in the anime screening room. There was no way he could have lied to me.
Roxas poked me in the side, interrupting my musings. “Should we run?” he asked, gesturing to a group of girls who were pointing to me excitedly. I sighed.
“No. It’s good etiquette at these things to let people take your picture. Else why would you dress up?”
I put on my best smile and the girls approached, crowding around me.
“Wait, wait!” one of them said frantically. “We need Mamoru in it, too!” and she scurried off. A moment later, excitement building up in me as the girls went on about a guy they found who looks just like Mamoru, another crowd of girls appeared, dragging along a boy who had to be around my age, with startlingly real silver hair, pale skin and delicate, sharp features. He wore a long black coat and carried a Keyblade. The girls pushed him forward toward me, begging us to pose for a picture.
Mamoru shrugged and pushed his hair out of his eyes to look down at me.
In the manga, Mamoru’s eyes are gold. But this guy’s were true, stained glass blue green.
A flash went off.
We turned around in unison, noting the expressions of delight on the faces of the girls who’s put us together.
“That was so adorable!” one of them cried. “Do something else!” I blinked, not even aware that I’d done anything worth capturing on film.
“Sora?”
“Riku?” I countered. He smiled and took a step closer, bringing a hand up and tilting my chin upward. More flashes and clicks. My knees felt weak and I had to lean on Oblivion to keep myself up. Riku held my gaze, his thumb lightly tracing the line of my jaw. I felt something inside of me spasm, and I swallowed, then let go a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Finally…” he murmured, and I knew what he meant - after almost three years we were face to face - but the way it seemed, with my body shaking and our noses almost touching…
“Get away from my brother, you pervert!”
Riku was harshly tugged away from me, and several of the girls gasped before scattering. Roxas looked furious. He kicked Riku in the shin. Hard. Riku frowned at him and rubbed the spot, cheeks flushed lightly.
“Roxas!” I wailed. “This is Riku!”
“Oh.” Roxas’s face softened. “I misunderstood.” He turned to Riku, obviously to apologize, but instead kicked him again.
In the fork of his legs.
I groaned. This was not exactly how I pictured this first meeting would go.
“Sora…” Riku managed once he could see straight again, “You never mentioned that your brother was this violent.”
“I’m sorry. He doesn’t like strangers, and it takes him a while to get used to new people.”
Actually, Roxas had never been this hostile. Maybe because he’d never seen another guy get that close to me. And Mom probably filled him up with worry about child molesters. I had to get her to stop watching those weird made for TV Lifetime movies.
Roxas looked from me to Riku, and then back again.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” he said slowly. “Then I’m going to go find Demyx.” He turned his attention to Riku, glaring. “Touch my brother like that again and I’ll castrate you.” And with that, he marched off.
“Please tell me that your other brother is nicer,” Riku said.
I laughed. “Don’t worry about Demyx. The worst is over.”
He smiled. “That’s a relief.” Then, looking around to make sure Roxas had really gone, he pulled me into a warm embrace. “I’m so happy you’re here, Sora…” he whispered, and I felt that spasm around my heart again.
“Yeah…” I replied. “Me, too.”
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: RikuSora
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: T
Summary: After nearly three years of talking to Riku via internet, Sora is finally going to meet his best friend. At an anime convention. Love was never that easy.
Notes: I wrote this a long while ago, after my first experience at WonderCon and I've been meaning to bring it back to the light since I ruined the third chapter and lost the second.
Chapter One: Conventional
(Adjective: conforming with accepted standards, in accord with or being a tradition or practice, rigidly formal or bound by convention)
“Remind me again why I came along?” Roxas muttered from the back seat, more to himself then to Demyx or me.
“Just in case this ‘Riku’ turns out to be a child molester,” Demyx replied.
I pouted at the rearview mirror. I’d known Riku for over two years! I knew him. Okay. So I’d never seen him. But I’d met him on a manga fan community, and we liked all the same stuff. We talked for at least an hour every single day. Still, with all the suspicions surrounding online predators, Mom insisted I take Demyx and Roxas along to Ace-Con, where we planned to meet.
And so that we’d recognize each other, we decided to dress as Miyu and Mamoru, the main characters of Keyblade Wars. I already bore a freakish resemblance to Miyu, the hero of the story. The only real difference was that his eyes were brown. His hair was not as messy as mine, but still the same style. I got Demyx to help me put together Miyu’s outfit, loose-fitting pants and jacket adorned artfully with zippers. Finding a Keyblade was hard work, though. Roxas, surprisingly, was the one to pull through for me. Apparently the Oblivion was supposed to be a Birthday gift. Even if it was a week late, I hugged him for it and promised to help work off the time at Cid’s shop.
Finally we made it, and Demyx hopped out of the car, excited. He’d never been to a convention before and had been asking me questions all week.
As soon as we got toward the front of the line, a throng of girls with cameras dragged me away from my brothers and insisted I take pictures with them.
“He looks just like Miyu!” one of them squealed, snapping my picture. Behind her, Roxas rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like “pathetic”.
“If only we could find a guy dressed up as Mamoru!” her friend chimed in. “We could get them to pose together!”
“Porn!” another giggled.
I smiled and laughed nervously. Perhaps I neglected to mention that Keyblade Wars is a shonen-ai manga?
Roxas managed to get me back from them after several minutes of this, and we got inside. After handing over our tickets and getting our badges, we picked up loot bags. Demyx rifled though his with a cry of “Free stuff!” Inside was an event program, a few comic books, some buttons, and some other stuff.
The whole main room was crowded with stalls selling costumes, weapons from several different manga and video game series, action figures, trading cards, T-shirts, comic books, plushies…
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Roxas muttered.
“What should we do first?” Demyx scanned the program. “Oh look! Ryan O’Donohue is going to be here! I want his autograph!”
I, meanwhile, was looking around for a guy slightly taller than me with silver hair wearing a black coat and carrying the Way to the Dawn. It didn’t help much, either, that random people kept coming up and asking for my picture. About half an hour later there was still no sign of Riku, and we’d lost Demyx. We called his cell phone and he said he was looking around and that we should stick together. “And call me when you find Riku!” he added before hanging up.
I was starting to worry that Riku had lied to me. But then, the main room itself was huge, and there were at least ten bigger conference rooms where other stuff was going on. Like the guy who drew the Jenova manga was here. Riku could be getting his autograph. Or he was in the anime screening room. There was no way he could have lied to me.
Roxas poked me in the side, interrupting my musings. “Should we run?” he asked, gesturing to a group of girls who were pointing to me excitedly. I sighed.
“No. It’s good etiquette at these things to let people take your picture. Else why would you dress up?”
I put on my best smile and the girls approached, crowding around me.
“Wait, wait!” one of them said frantically. “We need Mamoru in it, too!” and she scurried off. A moment later, excitement building up in me as the girls went on about a guy they found who looks just like Mamoru, another crowd of girls appeared, dragging along a boy who had to be around my age, with startlingly real silver hair, pale skin and delicate, sharp features. He wore a long black coat and carried a Keyblade. The girls pushed him forward toward me, begging us to pose for a picture.
Mamoru shrugged and pushed his hair out of his eyes to look down at me.
In the manga, Mamoru’s eyes are gold. But this guy’s were true, stained glass blue green.
A flash went off.
We turned around in unison, noting the expressions of delight on the faces of the girls who’s put us together.
“That was so adorable!” one of them cried. “Do something else!” I blinked, not even aware that I’d done anything worth capturing on film.
“Sora?”
“Riku?” I countered. He smiled and took a step closer, bringing a hand up and tilting my chin upward. More flashes and clicks. My knees felt weak and I had to lean on Oblivion to keep myself up. Riku held my gaze, his thumb lightly tracing the line of my jaw. I felt something inside of me spasm, and I swallowed, then let go a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Finally…” he murmured, and I knew what he meant - after almost three years we were face to face - but the way it seemed, with my body shaking and our noses almost touching…
“Get away from my brother, you pervert!”
Riku was harshly tugged away from me, and several of the girls gasped before scattering. Roxas looked furious. He kicked Riku in the shin. Hard. Riku frowned at him and rubbed the spot, cheeks flushed lightly.
“Roxas!” I wailed. “This is Riku!”
“Oh.” Roxas’s face softened. “I misunderstood.” He turned to Riku, obviously to apologize, but instead kicked him again.
In the fork of his legs.
I groaned. This was not exactly how I pictured this first meeting would go.
“Sora…” Riku managed once he could see straight again, “You never mentioned that your brother was this violent.”
“I’m sorry. He doesn’t like strangers, and it takes him a while to get used to new people.”
Actually, Roxas had never been this hostile. Maybe because he’d never seen another guy get that close to me. And Mom probably filled him up with worry about child molesters. I had to get her to stop watching those weird made for TV Lifetime movies.
Roxas looked from me to Riku, and then back again.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” he said slowly. “Then I’m going to go find Demyx.” He turned his attention to Riku, glaring. “Touch my brother like that again and I’ll castrate you.” And with that, he marched off.
“Please tell me that your other brother is nicer,” Riku said.
I laughed. “Don’t worry about Demyx. The worst is over.”
He smiled. “That’s a relief.” Then, looking around to make sure Roxas had really gone, he pulled me into a warm embrace. “I’m so happy you’re here, Sora…” he whispered, and I felt that spasm around my heart again.
“Yeah…” I replied. “Me, too.”