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[KH - KC] Morning and Shopping
I know that KC's technically been terminated as a roleplay. o.o But I liked my characters so much that I decided to keep their stories and just write bits and pieces of them out. (Of course, since it's just my characters, I dunno if it's even KC-ish anymore..)
If you aren't into KH, these are still readable. It's just my OCs bonding with their parents, who are KH canons.
Title: Morning
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts - Kingdom Chronicles
Summary: "It was so weird, seeing him there.. as if he had been there all along."
Disclaimer: Twilight Town, Rhys's father, and stuff like that don't belong to me. But! Rhys and the Guardblade are mine.
There was his father when he walked downstairs, haphazardly making pancakes on the stove. His mother walked over, showing his father the correct way. As the last one finished, his father leaned in and kissed his mother.
She giggled.
Rhys rolled his eyes, taking his seat at the table. It was hard to believe that only eight months ago, his father wasn't here.
Eight months ago, Rhys thought his father was dead.
He was here now, wasn't he? Hadn't he proven his worth by immediately settling in Twilight Town with his friends? Reading bedtime stories to his daughter? Training Rhys in the shield to the best of his abilities?
(It wasn't Rhys' fault that he was the bearer of the Guardblade, not the Keyblade!)
Still. That lingering feeling wouldn't leave.
He tried to look happy; he tried to smile when his sister would tell those corny jokes. ("Why is 7 afraid of 9? Because 7 ate 9!") He attempted to swallow down his delicious breakfast.
"Attempted" and "Tried" are not the same things as honestly, sincerely meaning it.
And his father knew it.
"Rhys," He called softly after breakfast was over, and it was just the two of them at home. "Do you.. want to spend some time together?"
It pained him to shake his head no, to lie and said that he had made non-existent plans.
What else could he say? Oh, it's awkward having my own father in the room when he abandoned me six years ago? (That was a lie, and Rhys knew it.)
"...Dad?"
His father looked up. "What is it, Rhys?"
"Could we... possibly... have sea salt ice cream together? You know, like you used to as a kid?" 'And you promised', Rhys silently added to himself.
"Of... of course," His father replied, his eyes widening.
Rhys turned to leave, grinning. "Thanks. I'll.. be waiting."
So he did remember his promise. And unlike the others, this one actually looked like it was going to be kept.
Title: Shopping
Fandom: KH - KC
Summary: "Her mother wanted a more girly girl for a daughter, and not Ari, didn't she?"
Disclaimer: Only thing that doesn't belong to me is Ari's mom. Everything else (Ari, Akemi, Sadie) is mine.
Most daughters actually liked bonding with their mothers. What a shocker.
Ari was dead sure that her mother would have preferred to have someone else for a daughter. Like maybe Akemi, who was a total girly-girl already? Or even Sadie? (She did tell weird fortunes, but she was handy to have in a pinch)
How hard was it to be her mother's daughter?
Ari could go on all day. She definitely took after her father in most aspects (or well, she'd rather hang out with him all day), but.. her relationship with her mother was shaky, to say the least.
That was probably why her mother had insisted on a shopping trip to the mall.
Sure, she had brought money with her, and most of the stores looked vaguely interesting.
... Ari just didn't like shopping all that much. (Go figure) While she enjoyed the bookstore as much as only a bibliophile could, and spent hours in the food-related stores, she couldn't bring herself to spare even an hour in a clothing store.
Usually, clothes shopping took too long. You just didn't buy clothes, but you had to buy matching accessories.. you couldn't be just "done", you found hidden buys that you weren't here for...
The list, sadly, went on.
Ari knew she wasn't one of those girls. But her mother - her own flesh and blood - had grown up being one of those girls.
Her mother probably imagined this scene being happier; she probably imagined a daughter who would share her same interests in the latest trends.
What Ari never told her mother is that she hated trends, because everyone followed them. She hated anything that faded away after time because nobody liked them.
In a way, she marched to her own drummer.
As she writhed away from the jeans pile, Ari couldn't help apologizing to her mother. "I'm sorry," She murmured. "I didn't... mean to be such a hateful shopper..."
Her mother, oddly enough, laughed. Leaning and giving her daughter a loose hug, she shook her head lightly.
"It's fine," She responded, her lips forming a smile. "I'm just glad that you're not a shallow trend follower."
She pressed her lips, holding up a halter top. "What do you think about this?"
Ari laughed nervously. "Uh... it's nice... I guess.. if you're into that kind of thing.."
"Not now, huh?"
Her mother sauntered to the other side of the store. It took all of Ari's strength not to abandon her mother then and there for taking forever (come on, mothers shouldn't be taking this long!)
The clothing pile lay behind them, forgotten.
In a sense, it oddly resembled their relationship. They bantered, exchanging words and apologies the rest of the way, but... all thoughts of being forgotten and hated for not being the daughter that her mother imagined?
They disappeared. They were forgotten, just like that halter top and jeans. Being forgotten, however, isn't always a bad thing.
If you aren't into KH, these are still readable. It's just my OCs bonding with their parents, who are KH canons.
Title: Morning
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts - Kingdom Chronicles
Summary: "It was so weird, seeing him there.. as if he had been there all along."
Disclaimer: Twilight Town, Rhys's father, and stuff like that don't belong to me. But! Rhys and the Guardblade are mine.
There was his father when he walked downstairs, haphazardly making pancakes on the stove. His mother walked over, showing his father the correct way. As the last one finished, his father leaned in and kissed his mother.
She giggled.
Rhys rolled his eyes, taking his seat at the table. It was hard to believe that only eight months ago, his father wasn't here.
Eight months ago, Rhys thought his father was dead.
He was here now, wasn't he? Hadn't he proven his worth by immediately settling in Twilight Town with his friends? Reading bedtime stories to his daughter? Training Rhys in the shield to the best of his abilities?
(It wasn't Rhys' fault that he was the bearer of the Guardblade, not the Keyblade!)
Still. That lingering feeling wouldn't leave.
He tried to look happy; he tried to smile when his sister would tell those corny jokes. ("Why is 7 afraid of 9? Because 7 ate 9!") He attempted to swallow down his delicious breakfast.
"Attempted" and "Tried" are not the same things as honestly, sincerely meaning it.
And his father knew it.
"Rhys," He called softly after breakfast was over, and it was just the two of them at home. "Do you.. want to spend some time together?"
It pained him to shake his head no, to lie and said that he had made non-existent plans.
What else could he say? Oh, it's awkward having my own father in the room when he abandoned me six years ago? (That was a lie, and Rhys knew it.)
"...Dad?"
His father looked up. "What is it, Rhys?"
"Could we... possibly... have sea salt ice cream together? You know, like you used to as a kid?" 'And you promised', Rhys silently added to himself.
"Of... of course," His father replied, his eyes widening.
Rhys turned to leave, grinning. "Thanks. I'll.. be waiting."
So he did remember his promise. And unlike the others, this one actually looked like it was going to be kept.
Title: Shopping
Fandom: KH - KC
Summary: "Her mother wanted a more girly girl for a daughter, and not Ari, didn't she?"
Disclaimer: Only thing that doesn't belong to me is Ari's mom. Everything else (Ari, Akemi, Sadie) is mine.
Most daughters actually liked bonding with their mothers. What a shocker.
Ari was dead sure that her mother would have preferred to have someone else for a daughter. Like maybe Akemi, who was a total girly-girl already? Or even Sadie? (She did tell weird fortunes, but she was handy to have in a pinch)
How hard was it to be her mother's daughter?
Ari could go on all day. She definitely took after her father in most aspects (or well, she'd rather hang out with him all day), but.. her relationship with her mother was shaky, to say the least.
That was probably why her mother had insisted on a shopping trip to the mall.
Sure, she had brought money with her, and most of the stores looked vaguely interesting.
... Ari just didn't like shopping all that much. (Go figure) While she enjoyed the bookstore as much as only a bibliophile could, and spent hours in the food-related stores, she couldn't bring herself to spare even an hour in a clothing store.
Usually, clothes shopping took too long. You just didn't buy clothes, but you had to buy matching accessories.. you couldn't be just "done", you found hidden buys that you weren't here for...
The list, sadly, went on.
Ari knew she wasn't one of those girls. But her mother - her own flesh and blood - had grown up being one of those girls.
Her mother probably imagined this scene being happier; she probably imagined a daughter who would share her same interests in the latest trends.
What Ari never told her mother is that she hated trends, because everyone followed them. She hated anything that faded away after time because nobody liked them.
In a way, she marched to her own drummer.
As she writhed away from the jeans pile, Ari couldn't help apologizing to her mother. "I'm sorry," She murmured. "I didn't... mean to be such a hateful shopper..."
Her mother, oddly enough, laughed. Leaning and giving her daughter a loose hug, she shook her head lightly.
"It's fine," She responded, her lips forming a smile. "I'm just glad that you're not a shallow trend follower."
She pressed her lips, holding up a halter top. "What do you think about this?"
Ari laughed nervously. "Uh... it's nice... I guess.. if you're into that kind of thing.."
"Not now, huh?"
Her mother sauntered to the other side of the store. It took all of Ari's strength not to abandon her mother then and there for taking forever (come on, mothers shouldn't be taking this long!)
The clothing pile lay behind them, forgotten.
In a sense, it oddly resembled their relationship. They bantered, exchanging words and apologies the rest of the way, but... all thoughts of being forgotten and hated for not being the daughter that her mother imagined?
They disappeared. They were forgotten, just like that halter top and jeans. Being forgotten, however, isn't always a bad thing.