myeerah (myeerah) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2009-01-13 21:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2009 eight characters challenge, author: myeerah, crossover: kh/russian trilogy, pairing: kavi/sora |
Beginnings [Kingdom Hearts/Russian Trilogy]
Title: Beginnings
Author: myeerah
Rating: worksafe, one instance of language
Prompt: Kavi and Sora, first impressions
Word Count: ~1,500
Characters: Sora/Kairi/Riku UST, Pyetr/Eveshka, Sasha
Warnings: very rough
Notes: Set a couple of weeks after "Into the Woods". In other words:
(Un)Kindness
Into the Woods
Beginnings <-- You are here
Summary: Happily ever after has to start somewhere; too bad it usually starts with someone being stupid.
“You. Bottomless pit,” Pyetr called from across the yard.
Sora looked up from where he’d been sitting in quiet conversation with Kairi from the rough-hewn wooden porch.
“Yeah?” he yelled back.
“Insolent lad, aren’t you?” Pyetr came closer to them and dropped a couple of woven baskets at their feet.
“He is,” Kairi agreed, earning a mock glare from the insolent lad in question. “What can we do for you?” she asked.
“A fine question, and a fine attitude,” Pyetr complimented her with a charming flash of his smile. “You, young miss, can go assist my wife. She seems to think that you need rescuing from the scandalous company of two young men, completely forgetting that she’s not a shining example to set in regards to that condition.” He laughed, fondly annoyed with Eveshka’s quirks.
Kairi smiled and shook her head. Eveshka had only ever known a handful of people in her entire life, all of them men, but she had strong ideas of propriety nonetheless, and the trio had gotten the idea that it was best to allow Eveshka her whims.
That didn’t mean Sora had to like the way he was never allowed to spend any time alone with Kairi, although he was secretly a little glad that Riku was equally denied the privilege. It was just a shame that Riku was so often in the company of the nervous young wizard that shared the cottage with his friends. Like right now. “Well, what do you want me to do?” he asked.
“You,” Pyetr answered with a pat to the top of Sora’s disheveled head, “can collect your pale friend from Sasha and go gather mushrooms. We’ll have stew tonight, and dry them to trade downriver. Doubling the number of people to feed has been hard on the stores, lad.”
Sora blanched, and tried to stammer an apology. Pyetr waved it off.
“Don’t fret yourself over it,” he said, kindly. “You boys are working off your room and board fairly. Now fetch your friend and get started on that work. Do a good job and I’ll teach you something when you get back.”
The mischievous smirk that crossed the older man’s face struck them both as being a sign of Bad Things to Come. The strong similarity to Riku didn’t help matters.
“Aye, aye, sir,” Sora huffed, somewhere between amused and resigned.