Riku vs Sora: Racing.
theedgesoflightanddarkness:
âOh, are you now? Youâre not gonna win this race, Iâll tell you that much! I may be behind you right now, but itâs not over until I win!â Riku was behind Sora it was true, but he was ready to catch up to him. Riku decided he would take his own little shortcut. He knew pretty much anyway you could get to the beach, so he ran in the direction of the shortcut.
âIt was pretty clever of you to take that shortcut Sora, but guess what? I have my own little shortcut too, so Iâll see you at the finish line! Good luck trying to beat me!â
Man, Riku really hadnât had this much fun in a long time. Being competitive with Sora is one of the things that made Sora and Riku best friends. Ever since they were just little kids, they always played racing games, and most of the time, Riku would win, so Riku could see why Sora was so determined to win this time. Riku wasnât nearly out of breath yet, so he kept running as fast as he could towards the finish line.
"---What?"
Cheap shot! Riku only took that shortcut because Sora did first! If that didn't force him to run like his life depended on it, nothing would. Not even some Giant Heartless, that's how into this race he was. Riku won the last one! Sora had to redeem himself, here; and he was going to do so by any means.
So maybe they both took shortcuts, whatever, that just meant they were on equal ground now. But the truth of the matter is, Sora is smaller and therefore faster and therefore going to book it to the finish line before anymore cheap shots can be made from the both of them. Period!
The beach was slowly getting closer, each step forcing him to pant accordingly. He was saving his breath rather than brag at this point- it was the finish line that was his main focus right now and nothing would stop him from reaching it, first or second.
But preferably first.
".....!!!!"
And then the sand was a mere jump before him! The second he saw the beach begin and the forest end, the boy leaped into it, face first into the sand with his arms outstretched above him. He had literally thrown himself on to it, his body skidding a couple of feet down the beach as if he were a pebble on water.
He briefly lifted his face, spitting out the sand and catching his breath.
Did he win?Â










