[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?

[tall_dark_and]

"I'm going home," Riku announces loudly, and turns. He opens the door and slams it as hard as his little four year old body will let him. (Not very hard).

He's not sticking around here!

[aerora]

"Good," Sora shouts after him, then turns to go to his room. "And never come back!" There is the sound of another door-slam.

Sora's mother turns to Riku's. "...Well, that didn't really go as I expected," she says apologetically.

[tall_dark_and]

"And I thought they would get along so well," Riku's mother says, with a sigh.