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luscious_sarah! I couldn't finishing the smuttage on your real birthday fic today, so accept this to tide you over? It's more cuteness and the kidlets, but at least it's happy maybe not for Kira. ♥
Title: In the Name of Fashion
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Sora/Riku/Ri (implied)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU. Fluff, family, and fashion. With a bonus of Sora, Riku, Ri, and their unruly brood (but only Kira and Rikka this time).
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It was generally accepted in the family that Kira was somewhat overbearing. She was used to getting her own way through hell or high water, and the males of the family (especially Daddy) often let her do as she pleased (within limits) to avoid any prolonged harassment from her. No one had managed to outlast Kira when she felt she was right. It was also generally accepted that once Kira had her mind and heart set on a certain goal, she would stubbornly dig in her heels and accept nothing less than absolute and total dominion.
So when Kira decided that Rikka needed a complete wardrobe makeover to "get with the times", he did his best to slam his bedroom door in her face and lock it, yelling for Mom and Papa and Dad that Kira had gone crazy. Rikka found absolutely nothing wrong with his clothes (it was all black, and black matched everything). But Kira was bound and determined, and when Rikka came home from a study session to see a pile of his clothes smoldering on the lawn, he knew he just had to give up. Kira had been scolded for going to such drastic measures (Rikka was glad for that), and her allowance was cut for the month. Kira certainly didn't want to spend any of her munny on Rikka's new clothes, and Rikka refused to pay for them himself.
"You should have thought of that before you set your brother's clothes on fire," Sora pointed out sternly.
But Kira still didn't give up.
"Well! I'll just go through all the stuff in the attic that was yours and Papa's and Daddy's," Kira said, rubbing her hands together. "Afterall, those old styles are coming back again and they should really suit Rikka!"
And then Kira disappeared up the stairs, leaving her stunned parents and older sibling behind her.
"Old? Old?!" Sora wailed. "We're not that old! I haven't even gotten gray hair yet!"
Riku just gave a little smile behind his newspaper. "Well, it's too late for me and Ri. We went gray years ago. And look, it's already affected Rikka."
"I don't know how living with Kira wouldn't affect someone," Rikka muttered, then stomped up to his bedroom for a well-earned teenage sulk.
"I better go hide the credit cards," Ri said finally, standing up from the kitchen table. "Kira already thinks our clothes are tacky, so I don't think she'll find much up there for Rikka."
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Kira didn't much like getting herself dirty, but she was glad that Mama sometimes went through "cleaning fits" where he made Papa and Daddy shuffle things around from the attic to the shed to the garage and back again. And Daddy seemed to be a naturally tidy person, so the attic wasn't a mess like Kira had expected. The cardboard boxes were labeled with Papa's handwriting, or Mama's, and so it was very easy to find the clothes.
Unfortunately, while Mama had a bunch of cute things (mostly shorts and hoodies though), they were way too small for Rikka. Though Rikka wasn't taking on Papa and Daddy's builds like the Twins were, he was already taller than Mama, even though he was only 16. Papa's and Daddy's clothes, while the right size, were horrific. Kira had actually shrieked in shock and disgust as she'd pulled out the sleeveless tanktops (who in their right mind would wear yellow with straps?) and vests. She'd put aside some of the zippered shirts though (but it was doubtful Rikka would wear anything that bared his tummy), and the pairs of jeans that she didn't find too horrible (but she made a note to burn those tacky studded belts).
With a huff, Kira wondered if any of her parents had any sort of fashion sense at all. She dug through box after box of old clothes (pilfering a few things here and there for herself from Mama's clothes) and was getting quite despondent. She REALLY didn't want to spend her own munny on Rikka's clothes, but he couldn't go around naked! She was nearly ready to give up, tears in her eyes, when she spotted another small cluster of boxes shoved in the back corner. Tugging them free, she noticed the words 'Ri's Stuff' written on the sides of the boxes in his careful handwriting.
"Ugh! Daddy has the same taste as Papa. I bet it's more of the same."
Opening the first box, Kira was surprised to see a bunch of loose photographs and papers on top of the neatly folded fabric. There seemed to be an album too, probably where the photos had fallen from, and she pulled it out. Curiosity and Kira had always been good friends, and she wondered what pictures were inside. But what she wasn't expecting -- after the first page of photos of all three of her parents in school uniforms -- was an 8x10" black and white photo of her Daddy.
And not just any 8x10". It looked to have been professionally taken, the lighting just right to capture the teasing light in Daddy's eyes, his expression frozen in the middle of pulling up his white shirt. Kira felt her cheeks burning at the thought of her Daddy looking, well, sexy. And then she noticed the designer name printed on the band of Daddy's underwear, bared just above the waist of his (also designer) jeans. Kira's jaw dropped.
Frantically, Kira began to flip through the album and loose photos. They were all modeling shots or advertisements, her Daddy artfully arranged for each picture. And in every single shot, Daddy was wearing one designer label after another (though one in particular). With a little gasp, Kira nearly dropped the album as she reached into the box, feeling the smooth slide of quality material slipping through her fingers as she pulled out a shirt with that same designer label.
Kira couldn't help it.
She screamed out in shock, her voice echoing through the whole house.
And it was like a bomb went off. Rikka's bedroom door was thrown open and she could hear his footsteps running up the stairs. Not far behind were Daddy, Papa and Mama's yelling voices, the three of them also rushing up. A vague part of Kira's mind knew that if the Twins were home, they'd be trying to find out what was wrong, too.
"KIRA! ARE YOU OKAY?!"
And it was Daddy, looking scared and panicked.
"Did something happen? Did something bite you? Kira honey, what's wrong?!"
"HOW DARE YOU, DADDY!" Kira finally shrieked, her temper getting the better of her. Miraculously, her raised voice everyone go silent, as they had been in the path of PMS too many times before. "All this time and you didn't tell me! You know how important this is to me and you didn't even TELL me and what else have you been hiding from me?!"
"Kira, what are you talking about?" Ri said hesitantly. "I have no idea what I did!"
"THIS!" Kira pushed the album and the shirt into her Daddy's hands, making him stumbled back a little against Papa. "ShinRa! You used to be a model for ShinRa! You know how much I love their clothes and you don't even let me go into their store, let alone buy anything! But you were a MODEL for them! How could you, Daddy?"
All the males just stared at Kira blankly, her face red and her hair disheveled. And then Riku gave out a little coughing laugh, and tried to choke it back when Ri's elbow slammed into his side. Then Sora started to laugh as well.
"Well, it's not like you could keep it a secret forever, Ri," Sora chuckled.
Ri's face was completely pink with embarrassment as he looked down at the pictures in his hands. "Ah, well. I wasn't exactly a model for ShinRa in the first place! I just did a few things in college for them. You know. To pay for books and tuition. My scholarship didn't cover everything."
Rikka, on the other hand, looked completely disgruntled. "I can't believe that you offered yourself like meat to the drooling masses, Dad. I thought you said I shouldn't care what other people think, but here you are, strutting like a peacock for the plebeian materialistic forces--"
"Rikka!" Riku said sharply, cutting off his son's words. "Now's not the time for one of your anti-establishment theories. Your Dad only modeled for a semester at the most, and it really was only to pay for school."
Kira made an agreeing sort of noise. "I think it's cool! Daddy a supermodel! Wait until I tell all my friends that Daddy is a ShinRa model! They'll be so jealous. And you know, their spring collection just came out and I really like--"
"Kira," this time it was Sora cutting in. "We don't let you buy ShinRa because their clothes aren't for teenage girls, especially ones still having growth spurts. Besides, an outfit from ShinRa costs more than what your Papa and Daddy make in a month."
The girl pouted, then quickly smiled. "Well! Daddy happens to have this whole box of ShinRa clothes, so I'm sure he won't mind if I--"
"-- help me carry it to my room. Thanks for the offer, Kira, but I can get it myself." Rikka barely hid the small, triumphant smile on his face, though he did quirk an eyebrow at his sister. "This is all ShinRa menswear so I'm sure it would be nothing you'd like, right? And thanks for enlightening me about what I should be wearing. Ah, thanks for holding that for me, Dad. I better hang all this stuff up in my closet now."
Rikka grinned, pried the box from Kira's fingers, plucked the shirt from Ri's hands and wandered down to his room, whistling a jaunty tune. The sound of his bedroom door slamming shut could be heard through the house. Sora, Riku and Ri just stood in silence, not quite sure of what to say or do about this drastic change of events. But Kira knew what to do.
"RIKKA YOU JERK!" Kira screeched, flying down the stairs to pound her fist on Rikka's door. "AT LEAST GIVE ME ONE SHIRT! IT'S SHINRA! YOU OWE IT TO ME FOR KEEPING YOU FROM BEING A FASHION DISASTER!"
"IN YOUR DREAMS, KIRA!"
With a sigh, Sora rubbed the bridge of his nose. "We all better hide our credit cards well. I'm sure we won't hear the end of it."
Ri just smiled in response, flipping through his photo album and showing Riku and Sora what he'd found. "Damn, I forgot how good I looked in these. Aren't you two so lucky to have such a sexy guy?"
Ri didn't expect to be tackled into a pile of old clothes by two warm and laughing bodies. But he didn't argue either.
"PAOPAO YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"
"SORRY, I CAN'T! I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF TRYING ON MY NEW SHINRA CLOTHES!"
"RIKKA!!"
Sorry,
luscious_sarah! I couldn't finishing the smuttage on your real birthday fic today, so accept this to tide you over? It's more cuteness and the kidlets, but at least it's happy Title: In the Name of Fashion
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Sora/Riku/Ri (implied)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU. Fluff, family, and fashion. With a bonus of Sora, Riku, Ri, and their unruly brood (but only Kira and Rikka this time).
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It was generally accepted in the family that Kira was somewhat overbearing. She was used to getting her own way through hell or high water, and the males of the family (especially Daddy) often let her do as she pleased (within limits) to avoid any prolonged harassment from her. No one had managed to outlast Kira when she felt she was right. It was also generally accepted that once Kira had her mind and heart set on a certain goal, she would stubbornly dig in her heels and accept nothing less than absolute and total dominion.
So when Kira decided that Rikka needed a complete wardrobe makeover to "get with the times", he did his best to slam his bedroom door in her face and lock it, yelling for Mom and Papa and Dad that Kira had gone crazy. Rikka found absolutely nothing wrong with his clothes (it was all black, and black matched everything). But Kira was bound and determined, and when Rikka came home from a study session to see a pile of his clothes smoldering on the lawn, he knew he just had to give up. Kira had been scolded for going to such drastic measures (Rikka was glad for that), and her allowance was cut for the month. Kira certainly didn't want to spend any of her munny on Rikka's new clothes, and Rikka refused to pay for them himself.
"You should have thought of that before you set your brother's clothes on fire," Sora pointed out sternly.
But Kira still didn't give up.
"Well! I'll just go through all the stuff in the attic that was yours and Papa's and Daddy's," Kira said, rubbing her hands together. "Afterall, those old styles are coming back again and they should really suit Rikka!"
And then Kira disappeared up the stairs, leaving her stunned parents and older sibling behind her.
"Old? Old?!" Sora wailed. "We're not that old! I haven't even gotten gray hair yet!"
Riku just gave a little smile behind his newspaper. "Well, it's too late for me and Ri. We went gray years ago. And look, it's already affected Rikka."
"I don't know how living with Kira wouldn't affect someone," Rikka muttered, then stomped up to his bedroom for a well-earned teenage sulk.
"I better go hide the credit cards," Ri said finally, standing up from the kitchen table. "Kira already thinks our clothes are tacky, so I don't think she'll find much up there for Rikka."
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Kira didn't much like getting herself dirty, but she was glad that Mama sometimes went through "cleaning fits" where he made Papa and Daddy shuffle things around from the attic to the shed to the garage and back again. And Daddy seemed to be a naturally tidy person, so the attic wasn't a mess like Kira had expected. The cardboard boxes were labeled with Papa's handwriting, or Mama's, and so it was very easy to find the clothes.
Unfortunately, while Mama had a bunch of cute things (mostly shorts and hoodies though), they were way too small for Rikka. Though Rikka wasn't taking on Papa and Daddy's builds like the Twins were, he was already taller than Mama, even though he was only 16. Papa's and Daddy's clothes, while the right size, were horrific. Kira had actually shrieked in shock and disgust as she'd pulled out the sleeveless tanktops (who in their right mind would wear yellow with straps?) and vests. She'd put aside some of the zippered shirts though (but it was doubtful Rikka would wear anything that bared his tummy), and the pairs of jeans that she didn't find too horrible (but she made a note to burn those tacky studded belts).
With a huff, Kira wondered if any of her parents had any sort of fashion sense at all. She dug through box after box of old clothes (pilfering a few things here and there for herself from Mama's clothes) and was getting quite despondent. She REALLY didn't want to spend her own munny on Rikka's clothes, but he couldn't go around naked! She was nearly ready to give up, tears in her eyes, when she spotted another small cluster of boxes shoved in the back corner. Tugging them free, she noticed the words 'Ri's Stuff' written on the sides of the boxes in his careful handwriting.
"Ugh! Daddy has the same taste as Papa. I bet it's more of the same."
Opening the first box, Kira was surprised to see a bunch of loose photographs and papers on top of the neatly folded fabric. There seemed to be an album too, probably where the photos had fallen from, and she pulled it out. Curiosity and Kira had always been good friends, and she wondered what pictures were inside. But what she wasn't expecting -- after the first page of photos of all three of her parents in school uniforms -- was an 8x10" black and white photo of her Daddy.
And not just any 8x10". It looked to have been professionally taken, the lighting just right to capture the teasing light in Daddy's eyes, his expression frozen in the middle of pulling up his white shirt. Kira felt her cheeks burning at the thought of her Daddy looking, well, sexy. And then she noticed the designer name printed on the band of Daddy's underwear, bared just above the waist of his (also designer) jeans. Kira's jaw dropped.
Frantically, Kira began to flip through the album and loose photos. They were all modeling shots or advertisements, her Daddy artfully arranged for each picture. And in every single shot, Daddy was wearing one designer label after another (though one in particular). With a little gasp, Kira nearly dropped the album as she reached into the box, feeling the smooth slide of quality material slipping through her fingers as she pulled out a shirt with that same designer label.
Kira couldn't help it.
She screamed out in shock, her voice echoing through the whole house.
And it was like a bomb went off. Rikka's bedroom door was thrown open and she could hear his footsteps running up the stairs. Not far behind were Daddy, Papa and Mama's yelling voices, the three of them also rushing up. A vague part of Kira's mind knew that if the Twins were home, they'd be trying to find out what was wrong, too.
"KIRA! ARE YOU OKAY?!"
And it was Daddy, looking scared and panicked.
"Did something happen? Did something bite you? Kira honey, what's wrong?!"
"HOW DARE YOU, DADDY!" Kira finally shrieked, her temper getting the better of her. Miraculously, her raised voice everyone go silent, as they had been in the path of PMS too many times before. "All this time and you didn't tell me! You know how important this is to me and you didn't even TELL me and what else have you been hiding from me?!"
"Kira, what are you talking about?" Ri said hesitantly. "I have no idea what I did!"
"THIS!" Kira pushed the album and the shirt into her Daddy's hands, making him stumbled back a little against Papa. "ShinRa! You used to be a model for ShinRa! You know how much I love their clothes and you don't even let me go into their store, let alone buy anything! But you were a MODEL for them! How could you, Daddy?"
All the males just stared at Kira blankly, her face red and her hair disheveled. And then Riku gave out a little coughing laugh, and tried to choke it back when Ri's elbow slammed into his side. Then Sora started to laugh as well.
"Well, it's not like you could keep it a secret forever, Ri," Sora chuckled.
Ri's face was completely pink with embarrassment as he looked down at the pictures in his hands. "Ah, well. I wasn't exactly a model for ShinRa in the first place! I just did a few things in college for them. You know. To pay for books and tuition. My scholarship didn't cover everything."
Rikka, on the other hand, looked completely disgruntled. "I can't believe that you offered yourself like meat to the drooling masses, Dad. I thought you said I shouldn't care what other people think, but here you are, strutting like a peacock for the plebeian materialistic forces--"
"Rikka!" Riku said sharply, cutting off his son's words. "Now's not the time for one of your anti-establishment theories. Your Dad only modeled for a semester at the most, and it really was only to pay for school."
Kira made an agreeing sort of noise. "I think it's cool! Daddy a supermodel! Wait until I tell all my friends that Daddy is a ShinRa model! They'll be so jealous. And you know, their spring collection just came out and I really like--"
"Kira," this time it was Sora cutting in. "We don't let you buy ShinRa because their clothes aren't for teenage girls, especially ones still having growth spurts. Besides, an outfit from ShinRa costs more than what your Papa and Daddy make in a month."
The girl pouted, then quickly smiled. "Well! Daddy happens to have this whole box of ShinRa clothes, so I'm sure he won't mind if I--"
"-- help me carry it to my room. Thanks for the offer, Kira, but I can get it myself." Rikka barely hid the small, triumphant smile on his face, though he did quirk an eyebrow at his sister. "This is all ShinRa menswear so I'm sure it would be nothing you'd like, right? And thanks for enlightening me about what I should be wearing. Ah, thanks for holding that for me, Dad. I better hang all this stuff up in my closet now."
Rikka grinned, pried the box from Kira's fingers, plucked the shirt from Ri's hands and wandered down to his room, whistling a jaunty tune. The sound of his bedroom door slamming shut could be heard through the house. Sora, Riku and Ri just stood in silence, not quite sure of what to say or do about this drastic change of events. But Kira knew what to do.
"RIKKA YOU JERK!" Kira screeched, flying down the stairs to pound her fist on Rikka's door. "AT LEAST GIVE ME ONE SHIRT! IT'S SHINRA! YOU OWE IT TO ME FOR KEEPING YOU FROM BEING A FASHION DISASTER!"
"IN YOUR DREAMS, KIRA!"
With a sigh, Sora rubbed the bridge of his nose. "We all better hide our credit cards well. I'm sure we won't hear the end of it."
Ri just smiled in response, flipping through his photo album and showing Riku and Sora what he'd found. "Damn, I forgot how good I looked in these. Aren't you two so lucky to have such a sexy guy?"
Ri didn't expect to be tackled into a pile of old clothes by two warm and laughing bodies. But he didn't argue either.
"PAOPAO YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"
"SORRY, I CAN'T! I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF TRYING ON MY NEW SHINRA CLOTHES!"
"RIKKA!!"
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Date: 2008-02-09 06:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-02-09 08:56 am (UTC)Also, "paopao". 'nuff said. ♥ THANK YOU!
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Date: 2008-02-09 04:54 pm (UTC)*spams*
Date: 2008-02-09 09:59 pm (UTC)Re: *spams*
Date: 2008-02-10 03:24 am (UTC)*hugs* I dunno if I'm gonna be on too late tonight. I have a bunch of things to do before my (last) class tomorrow. Hopefully I'll see you! I WANNA PLAY TOO OMG.
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Date: 2008-02-10 06:36 am (UTC)Re: *spams*
Date: 2008-02-10 06:48 am (UTC)Re: *spams*
Date: 2008-02-10 07:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-10 03:23 am (UTC)like tanksmore like Ri and Riku.(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-10 06:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-10 06:46 am (UTC)And Ri says that his baby girl is little and pretty~ ♥ AND BOYS SHOULD STOP LOOKING AT HER OMG.
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Date: 2008-02-10 06:58 am (UTC)And Sora says that at least those boys know exactly what they can't have D
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Date: 2008-02-10 07:01 am (UTC)Ri wants to know if he's allowed to froth at the mouth.
>_>;;
Date: 2008-02-10 07:10 am (UTC)Sion from Bouncer. It's a Square game and Nomura did the character designs, so NO WONDER he looks familiar.
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Date: 2008-02-10 07:13 am (UTC)The Twins are totally allowed to look like Sion in my head now, instead of Neku. Neku can be before they hit puberty. XD;;
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Date: 2008-02-10 07:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-10 07:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-10 03:22 am (UTC)And Ri thinks college wasn't so bad
except for that Certain Major Occurrence.(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-09 12:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-09 11:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-10 04:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-10 03:20 am (UTC)This is based off an RP I'm in. I play
You can hit my tags for more drabbly fics for this AU? The 'Rikka' tag should do it, or 'writing'.
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Date: 2008-02-10 08:01 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2008-02-11 05:44 am (UTC)And I don't really have a set schedule or anything for this 'verse. XD;; I just write when the mood strikes me.
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Date: 2008-02-10 06:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-10 08:04 pm (UTC)This universe is so adorably fluffy. It calls to me. It says to read more or it will do something dreadfully cute that will certainly give me cavities. And my mouth doesn't like cavities. ♥?
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Date: 2008-02-10 08:11 pm (UTC)The tags of interest are "rp" and "sora has such cute babies", "ri", "sora", "Rikka"... and prolly something else I'm forgetting. There's also some fanart of our babes~
Enjoy!