[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]

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.

[aerora]

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.

[tall_dark_and]

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.

[aerora]

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?"
"Ewww..."
"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.