Kingdom Hearts; 02:00, Protection
Theme: 02:00
Title: Protection
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Character/Pairing: Riku/Sora
Category: Relationship -- Romance
Rating: T
Warnings: Language, mostly.
Disclaimer: Riku and Sora are owned by Square Enix and Disney. ...Bascially, not me.
Summary: Riku was growing sick of the confindment of their island.
Riku was one of those people who did not truly care about what others thought about him. Before they left the island on their world changing adventure, he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind about how confining he thought the island prison to be. Once they’d come back, he didn’t care about people who looked at him strangely for being such a different person than who he was once he’d come back from the trip.
There was one thing he minded though: yes, the island was a small, confining place, but did that mean that everyone and their mother had to turn at glare at him and Sora as they walked hand in hand through the downtown marketplace? No. It did not.
Nor did it give the blitzball players the right to jeer at them. It wasn’t like Bickerson and his crew of goons was stronger than them - both Sora and Riku had been able to take them down in a simple wooden swordfight - but it was the look that Sora gave after they shouted the most disgusting titles at them. That was enough to convince Riku to commit murder for the brunet…or at least shut them up.
“You just have to let it wash over, ya?” It was now the middle of lunch and Riku faintly heard Wakka’s advice. He did hear it however, and nodded in response. Sora sat next to Riku, picking at his lunch with a faint recognition of even where he was.
Selphie, on the other hand, was ecstatic for the boys. “You’re…so…cute together!” She squealed, reaching her hand over the table to pinch Sora’s cheeks. The brunet jerked his head away as Selphie continued squealing. “Besides, you guys all disappeared on that trip - Kairi, one day you have to tell me where you went! - and it’s like…fate! Destiny!”
“I was there too, Selphie…” Kairi interjected, smiling slightly. “But you two have always been closer than normal best friends. The island just has to suck it up and shut up.” At that point, she threw a pointed glare at the blitzball table, and they exploded into laugher. She sighed and poked at the tray that sat in front of her. “I seriously wish I could just Keyblade them to death…or at least mutilate them,” she mumbled.
“You okay, Sora?” Riku asked, gently nudging the brunet’s arm. Sora gave a slight nod before yawning quietly.
“I almost wish…” Sora spoke softly, as to not be over heard by neither Kairi nor Selphie, as Selphie was attempting to pry out of Kairi where the three of them went. “I almost wish we were back saving the worlds. It’s not that I can’t take this… I don’t like it, though.”
Riku gave a nod and glanced back to the table, where he noticed that it had suddenly gone silent. He turned to face Kairi and Selphie, half curious as to what was going on, when suddenly…
“You little shit!”
A fist was thrown across the table, and a boy knocked from his seat. The students of Destiny Islands were always quick to respond to violence, but the entire cafeteria almost began to buzz in horror at who was punched: Tidus, the star player of their school’s blitz team.
Even Sora came from his slightly depressed state to be one of the many students on the floor, helping Tidus out. Selphie had placed an ice pack from her lunch bag onto his eye where he’d been hit and Sora was asking him questions like “Are you still conscious?” when Graav, one of Bickerson’s many lackeys began to yell.
“This is your fault, Sora, you little fucking fruit cake!” Sora stopped what he was doing to turn to Graav in slight awe. “It’s your fault! You turned Tidus into one of you!”
“Alright, break it up, break it up,” a teacher interjected, pushing Graav back into the group of boys that were more than likely to be suspended later.
Tidus was currently holding the ice pack, his other eye closed in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Sora,” he mumbled, sounding even more depressed than Sora had a few minutes ago. “It’s just…”
“Tidus,” a different teacher this time, Mr. LaGuard (more so known to his students as Auron), spoke, glancing down to the teen. “The principal wishes to speak to you.”
Exhaling loudly, Tidus handed the ice pack back to Selphie before standing up and following after Auron, not even muttering his usual “I get it, old man,” to the teacher.
The cafeteria was noticeably quieter after the residents of the blitzball table had disappeared; Sora sighed, plopping back into his seat without so much as a glance around the cafeteria.
“Riku,” Wakka muttered, nudging the silver haired teen. “They have class next, right?” He gestured to Selphie, Sora, and Kairi. “And we have study hall, ya?”
Riku began nodding slowly, figuring out where Wakka was going with this. “Should we figure out what happened?”
Wakka gave a small smile. “Ah…we’re seniors. We have to sneak out of a class at least once.”
--
“You boys are the models of the school! Who can the students look up to if their idols are throwing punches at their fellow teammates?!”
Riku and Wakka crouched outside of the principal’s office, noting that Mr. Auron stood protectively next to Tidus and the rest of the blitzball team glared at the blond from the other side of the room with the principal in the middle.
“Tidus was spouting off crap,” Bickerson snorted, shaking his head. “It was our duty to the students to shut him up.”
Riku saw Tidus’s hand clench and it looked like he was about to jump out of his seat and begin shouting at his fellow teammate, but Auron gave the boy a pointed look; Tidus exhaled before speaking. “Sir, they were making rude comments about a few of my friends-”
“Those fags?” Graav gave a confused stare to Tidus. “I thought we were your friends, not those freaks.” Wakka had to grab Riku’s arm to keep the silver haired teen from showing their position.
“They are not freaks!” Tidus exclaimed, ignoring Auron’s pointed stare.
Bickerson snorted. “You just protected Sora because you probably want to screw the freak. Oh! I’m sorry, but isn’t that what you told us earlier?”
Tidus fell back in his seat, his hand clenched, and one of his eyes closed from swelling. The principal looked from the other blitzball players to Tidus before shaking his head. “Boys, you’ve still done an injustice. I have to suspend you all for three days, and there will be no game this Saturday.” Ignoring the annoyed cries, he turned to Tidus. “Tidus…just…go to the nurse.” Tidus nodded and the blitzballers and Tidus began to file out of the room.
Riku and Wakka began to walk in the other direction (trying to look as though they weren’t there the entire time), when Bickerson grabbed Graav’s arm and whispered loudly, “We’re going to get that freak Sora for ripping our team in half. Two a.m., we kidnap the freak and make him pay.”
Also overhearing the conversation, Tidus, Wakka, and Riku froze. Bickerson sneered at Riku as they passed, but the three of them still hadn’t budged an inch. Auron almost rolled his eye (nobody knew why he only had one and nobody asked; he was that scary) before gently pushing Tidus in the direction of the nurses office - which, coincidently, forced them to pass by Riku and Wakka.
“If I were you...” Riku almost jumped, wondering who was talking, before he realized it was only Auron as he passed. “I’d make sure I wasn’t caught. They may be suspended, but they are the school’s golden boys.”
Riku spun around to face Auron and Tidus’s retreating back, but all he saw was the older teacher giving him a faint smirk without even turning around.
--
“Why, Riku, why are we out at…two in the morning on a school night -when we have homework - outside Sora’s window?” Kairi hissed as Riku adjusted his black sweatshirt.
It was only the two of them hiding out here after Riku had talked to Selphie and Wakka and convinced them they only they should hide. After all, they were two out of the three Keyblade masters, weren’t they?
“Kairi, you know they’re planning to hurt Sora,” Riku muttered, fingering his keyblade, Way to Dawn, tightly. “And I didn’t want Wakka or Selphie to find out about these. That could be…”
“Awkward?” she offered, and he shrugged in response. “Hey, someone’s coming!” A moment passed, and her voice sounded frightened. “Riku…we’re not going to win this, are we?”
Riku felt his blood go cold as he watched the entirety of the blitzball team march their way into Sora’s backyard. He didn’t think that they’d all come, just Graav and Bickerson. Now what were they going to do?! The blitzball team had rope and everything and…
“Hiya!”
Riku and Kairi turned to see a girl, clothed in completely black, wielding a …jump rope (but since her hair was peaking out, it was obviously Selphie) descending onto the blitzball players. A few rolled their eyes, and turned to attack her, when they were smacked upside the face with a blitzball and knocked back.
Bickerson and Graav glanced around angrily, knowing fully who their attackers were, and were preparing to retaliate when another boy showed up, wielding a wooden sword and inflicting welts onto the blitzballers. What began as a simple kidnapping (which, by the way, is never simple) turned into a battle, in which one side was horribly outnumbered and yet still winning.
Kairi and Riku had jumped into the fray after they recognized the blond boy as Tidus, and, with Keyblades twirling (Riku’s had a bit more grace, but Kairi got the job done), they had been able to beat back the attackers. Most of them had fled and the five remaining focused their attacks on the last person, whom they recognized as Graav.
A few minutes later, when Graav was out cold, a porch light came on and out came Sora’s mom. “Are they gone?” She frowned at the five teenagers and put down the butcher knife she had been holding. “Pity… oh! One left! Yes! A police call can still be made!” She quickly rushed into the house before peeking her head out again. “Oh, why, do come in, all of you!”
Leaving Graav on the ground, they all trampled inside where Wakka and Selphie revealed themselves from their black clothing (although, from their weapons and their hair, it wasn’t hard to guess who it was), Tidus sported a black eye, and Kairi and Riku exchanged looks. “…Thanks,” Riku started before he was patted on the back by Wakka.
“Eh, Sora’s our friend too, you know? Not like we’d leave him to get hurt, no way.” Wakka grinned as Selphie chimed in.
“Yeah! Besides, I wanted to show off a few of my skills! Seems like we’ve gotten rusty with age!”
“And…I wanted to apologize to Sora,” Tidus mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “This was all my fault, and…I’m sorry.”
Riku, knowing the truth behind why Tidus had stood up for Sora, couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous. Not so much, however, that he couldn’t give Tidus a smile. “Didn’t know your sword skills improved that much since I’ve seen you.”
Tidus smirked and at that moment, Sora’s mom came back, giddy with excitement, and offered the drive the girls home as well as allowing the boys to sleep over for the night.
--
The next day at lunch, for some reason, Sora noticed that people were staring at him less. Tidus was sitting at their table, and everyone at the table, minus Sora, were sporting bruises that hadn’t been there the day before. “Guys...? Are you not telling me something?”
Selphie poked his head. “Nope! We just love you, that’s all.”
Sora blinked and Riku leaned over, kissing the brunet on the cheek. “Don’t worry about it.”
Selphie swooned, Wakka and Kairi gave a slight grin, and Tidus simply smiled. “Yeah,” the blond repeated, digging into what the cafeteria called ‘meatloaf.’ “Don’t worry about it.”
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Title: Protection
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Character/Pairing: Riku/Sora
Category: Relationship -- Romance
Rating: T
Warnings: Language, mostly.
Disclaimer: Riku and Sora are owned by Square Enix and Disney. ...Bascially, not me.
Summary: Riku was growing sick of the confindment of their island.
Riku was one of those people who did not truly care about what others thought about him. Before they left the island on their world changing adventure, he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind about how confining he thought the island prison to be. Once they’d come back, he didn’t care about people who looked at him strangely for being such a different person than who he was once he’d come back from the trip.
There was one thing he minded though: yes, the island was a small, confining place, but did that mean that everyone and their mother had to turn at glare at him and Sora as they walked hand in hand through the downtown marketplace? No. It did not.
Nor did it give the blitzball players the right to jeer at them. It wasn’t like Bickerson and his crew of goons was stronger than them - both Sora and Riku had been able to take them down in a simple wooden swordfight - but it was the look that Sora gave after they shouted the most disgusting titles at them. That was enough to convince Riku to commit murder for the brunet…or at least shut them up.
“You just have to let it wash over, ya?” It was now the middle of lunch and Riku faintly heard Wakka’s advice. He did hear it however, and nodded in response. Sora sat next to Riku, picking at his lunch with a faint recognition of even where he was.
Selphie, on the other hand, was ecstatic for the boys. “You’re…so…cute together!” She squealed, reaching her hand over the table to pinch Sora’s cheeks. The brunet jerked his head away as Selphie continued squealing. “Besides, you guys all disappeared on that trip - Kairi, one day you have to tell me where you went! - and it’s like…fate! Destiny!”
“I was there too, Selphie…” Kairi interjected, smiling slightly. “But you two have always been closer than normal best friends. The island just has to suck it up and shut up.” At that point, she threw a pointed glare at the blitzball table, and they exploded into laugher. She sighed and poked at the tray that sat in front of her. “I seriously wish I could just Keyblade them to death…or at least mutilate them,” she mumbled.
“You okay, Sora?” Riku asked, gently nudging the brunet’s arm. Sora gave a slight nod before yawning quietly.
“I almost wish…” Sora spoke softly, as to not be over heard by neither Kairi nor Selphie, as Selphie was attempting to pry out of Kairi where the three of them went. “I almost wish we were back saving the worlds. It’s not that I can’t take this… I don’t like it, though.”
Riku gave a nod and glanced back to the table, where he noticed that it had suddenly gone silent. He turned to face Kairi and Selphie, half curious as to what was going on, when suddenly…
“You little shit!”
A fist was thrown across the table, and a boy knocked from his seat. The students of Destiny Islands were always quick to respond to violence, but the entire cafeteria almost began to buzz in horror at who was punched: Tidus, the star player of their school’s blitz team.
Even Sora came from his slightly depressed state to be one of the many students on the floor, helping Tidus out. Selphie had placed an ice pack from her lunch bag onto his eye where he’d been hit and Sora was asking him questions like “Are you still conscious?” when Graav, one of Bickerson’s many lackeys began to yell.
“This is your fault, Sora, you little fucking fruit cake!” Sora stopped what he was doing to turn to Graav in slight awe. “It’s your fault! You turned Tidus into one of you!”
“Alright, break it up, break it up,” a teacher interjected, pushing Graav back into the group of boys that were more than likely to be suspended later.
Tidus was currently holding the ice pack, his other eye closed in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Sora,” he mumbled, sounding even more depressed than Sora had a few minutes ago. “It’s just…”
“Tidus,” a different teacher this time, Mr. LaGuard (more so known to his students as Auron), spoke, glancing down to the teen. “The principal wishes to speak to you.”
Exhaling loudly, Tidus handed the ice pack back to Selphie before standing up and following after Auron, not even muttering his usual “I get it, old man,” to the teacher.
The cafeteria was noticeably quieter after the residents of the blitzball table had disappeared; Sora sighed, plopping back into his seat without so much as a glance around the cafeteria.
“Riku,” Wakka muttered, nudging the silver haired teen. “They have class next, right?” He gestured to Selphie, Sora, and Kairi. “And we have study hall, ya?”
Riku began nodding slowly, figuring out where Wakka was going with this. “Should we figure out what happened?”
Wakka gave a small smile. “Ah…we’re seniors. We have to sneak out of a class at least once.”
--
“You boys are the models of the school! Who can the students look up to if their idols are throwing punches at their fellow teammates?!”
Riku and Wakka crouched outside of the principal’s office, noting that Mr. Auron stood protectively next to Tidus and the rest of the blitzball team glared at the blond from the other side of the room with the principal in the middle.
“Tidus was spouting off crap,” Bickerson snorted, shaking his head. “It was our duty to the students to shut him up.”
Riku saw Tidus’s hand clench and it looked like he was about to jump out of his seat and begin shouting at his fellow teammate, but Auron gave the boy a pointed look; Tidus exhaled before speaking. “Sir, they were making rude comments about a few of my friends-”
“Those fags?” Graav gave a confused stare to Tidus. “I thought we were your friends, not those freaks.” Wakka had to grab Riku’s arm to keep the silver haired teen from showing their position.
“They are not freaks!” Tidus exclaimed, ignoring Auron’s pointed stare.
Bickerson snorted. “You just protected Sora because you probably want to screw the freak. Oh! I’m sorry, but isn’t that what you told us earlier?”
Tidus fell back in his seat, his hand clenched, and one of his eyes closed from swelling. The principal looked from the other blitzball players to Tidus before shaking his head. “Boys, you’ve still done an injustice. I have to suspend you all for three days, and there will be no game this Saturday.” Ignoring the annoyed cries, he turned to Tidus. “Tidus…just…go to the nurse.” Tidus nodded and the blitzballers and Tidus began to file out of the room.
Riku and Wakka began to walk in the other direction (trying to look as though they weren’t there the entire time), when Bickerson grabbed Graav’s arm and whispered loudly, “We’re going to get that freak Sora for ripping our team in half. Two a.m., we kidnap the freak and make him pay.”
Also overhearing the conversation, Tidus, Wakka, and Riku froze. Bickerson sneered at Riku as they passed, but the three of them still hadn’t budged an inch. Auron almost rolled his eye (nobody knew why he only had one and nobody asked; he was that scary) before gently pushing Tidus in the direction of the nurses office - which, coincidently, forced them to pass by Riku and Wakka.
“If I were you...” Riku almost jumped, wondering who was talking, before he realized it was only Auron as he passed. “I’d make sure I wasn’t caught. They may be suspended, but they are the school’s golden boys.”
Riku spun around to face Auron and Tidus’s retreating back, but all he saw was the older teacher giving him a faint smirk without even turning around.
--
“Why, Riku, why are we out at…two in the morning on a school night -when we have homework - outside Sora’s window?” Kairi hissed as Riku adjusted his black sweatshirt.
It was only the two of them hiding out here after Riku had talked to Selphie and Wakka and convinced them they only they should hide. After all, they were two out of the three Keyblade masters, weren’t they?
“Kairi, you know they’re planning to hurt Sora,” Riku muttered, fingering his keyblade, Way to Dawn, tightly. “And I didn’t want Wakka or Selphie to find out about these. That could be…”
“Awkward?” she offered, and he shrugged in response. “Hey, someone’s coming!” A moment passed, and her voice sounded frightened. “Riku…we’re not going to win this, are we?”
Riku felt his blood go cold as he watched the entirety of the blitzball team march their way into Sora’s backyard. He didn’t think that they’d all come, just Graav and Bickerson. Now what were they going to do?! The blitzball team had rope and everything and…
“Hiya!”
Riku and Kairi turned to see a girl, clothed in completely black, wielding a …jump rope (but since her hair was peaking out, it was obviously Selphie) descending onto the blitzball players. A few rolled their eyes, and turned to attack her, when they were smacked upside the face with a blitzball and knocked back.
Bickerson and Graav glanced around angrily, knowing fully who their attackers were, and were preparing to retaliate when another boy showed up, wielding a wooden sword and inflicting welts onto the blitzballers. What began as a simple kidnapping (which, by the way, is never simple) turned into a battle, in which one side was horribly outnumbered and yet still winning.
Kairi and Riku had jumped into the fray after they recognized the blond boy as Tidus, and, with Keyblades twirling (Riku’s had a bit more grace, but Kairi got the job done), they had been able to beat back the attackers. Most of them had fled and the five remaining focused their attacks on the last person, whom they recognized as Graav.
A few minutes later, when Graav was out cold, a porch light came on and out came Sora’s mom. “Are they gone?” She frowned at the five teenagers and put down the butcher knife she had been holding. “Pity… oh! One left! Yes! A police call can still be made!” She quickly rushed into the house before peeking her head out again. “Oh, why, do come in, all of you!”
Leaving Graav on the ground, they all trampled inside where Wakka and Selphie revealed themselves from their black clothing (although, from their weapons and their hair, it wasn’t hard to guess who it was), Tidus sported a black eye, and Kairi and Riku exchanged looks. “…Thanks,” Riku started before he was patted on the back by Wakka.
“Eh, Sora’s our friend too, you know? Not like we’d leave him to get hurt, no way.” Wakka grinned as Selphie chimed in.
“Yeah! Besides, I wanted to show off a few of my skills! Seems like we’ve gotten rusty with age!”
“And…I wanted to apologize to Sora,” Tidus mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “This was all my fault, and…I’m sorry.”
Riku, knowing the truth behind why Tidus had stood up for Sora, couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous. Not so much, however, that he couldn’t give Tidus a smile. “Didn’t know your sword skills improved that much since I’ve seen you.”
Tidus smirked and at that moment, Sora’s mom came back, giddy with excitement, and offered the drive the girls home as well as allowing the boys to sleep over for the night.
--
The next day at lunch, for some reason, Sora noticed that people were staring at him less. Tidus was sitting at their table, and everyone at the table, minus Sora, were sporting bruises that hadn’t been there the day before. “Guys...? Are you not telling me something?”
Selphie poked his head. “Nope! We just love you, that’s all.”
Sora blinked and Riku leaned over, kissing the brunet on the cheek. “Don’t worry about it.”
Selphie swooned, Wakka and Kairi gave a slight grin, and Tidus simply smiled. “Yeah,” the blond repeated, digging into what the cafeteria called ‘meatloaf.’ “Don’t worry about it.”
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