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Ha! I can write in past tense. Take that, self.

Yes, this crossover has offically eaten my brain.

Title: Poolside
Series: FMA/KH
Rating: G
Ramifications: Prequel-ish to Coconut Bones. Again, inspired by [livejournal.com profile] laylah_r's drabble.
Summary: Ed gets his prosthetic leg, much to the boys' amusement.


Riku slid the last hand-carved pin into place and sat back with a self-satisfied grin. “There,” he declared. “Now let’s get you on your feet and toss that stupid crutch.”

Sora bumped him out of the way, peering at the peculiar contraption of bamboo and palm. “Does it hurt?” he demanded. “It looks like it should hurt, getting stuff shoved in you like that.”

Ed smiled wearily. “No, it doesn’t hurt now. The nerve connections are stable. As long as I don’t get any sand in there, I should be fine.”

Riku kicked the back of Sora’s knee in revenge, stepping over the indignant pile to offer a hand to Ed. “Up you go,” he said cheerfully.

Ed eyed his hand warily. “I’m not too sure about this.”

“C’mon, what’s the worst that could happen?” Riku poked Sora without looking, apparently knowing the other boy was attempting to pounce on him. Sora deflated at the poke, sadly sticking his lip out. Ed bit back a chuckle and finally took Riku’s hand.

“Alley-oop!” Riku pulled firmly, but Ed was glad to note that he didn’t yank as he often did with Sora. Catching his balance once up was a tricky thing, and he took a moment to lean on Riku and check the swing of the wooden prosthetic.

“Nice,” he finally declared, tentatively putting his weight on it. “Did you make sure it’ll hold up?”

“Hell yeah,” Riku replied, keeping a hand ready to catch Ed nonetheless. “Jumped on that thing every way I could think of, and then had Sora try a few that I didn’t.”

“And then we threw it off a couple rocks to see if it’d take that, and some of the bamboo splintered a little but that was all, so Riku said it would keep you going for a week before he’d need to start replacing bits, and he fixed the parts that got messed up and OW! Riku, don’t hit me!” Sora flung himself at the silver-haired boy and then went down in a heap, nearly taking Ed with them. He quickly shuffled out of the way, careful of how he placed his new foot. He should really be used to them by now, but their tussles always managed to surprise him with their lack of ferocity. Well, except for when Sora would bite Riku’s toes, because Riku was deadly ticklish and tended to lash out blindly whenever that happened.

Shaking his head as the wrestling match continued, Ed began to practice walking. He had to set his weight down at a certain point in the swing of the leg, he found, or it would threaten to buckle. Cautiously, he walked back and forth along the well-beaten path by the waterfall. He looked up when the other two fell into the pool, though, and stepped at the wrong moment - his leg bent sharply, and he tumbled sideways with a yelp.

“Hey, stranger,” Riku grinned at him. They were all seated in the pool now, picking wet hair out of their eyes. Ed sighed and rubbed absently at the roughened metal of his shoulder.

“Hey yourself,” Sora supplied, and Riku rolled his eyes and poked Sora’s tummy. He was rewarded with a swift squeal and doubling-over, much to his amusement.

“Does it swing far enough forward?” Riku asked Ed, nodding towards the leg. Ed nodded, carefully standing again. Getting the leg to swing right against the current was difficult, though, and he had to shimmy up the bank to sit on the edge of the path. It was still better than having only a leg and a crutch, though, so he was hardly about to complain.

“You’ll want to be careful on sand, too. This part is level, but you’ll have to walk the beach to get anywhere,” Riku warned. Ed grimaced. He hadn’t thought of that.

“But you can kick things!” Sora announced cheerfully. “Like fish! Hey, I wonder if you could fish by kicking the water. D’you think that would work, Riku?”

“No, doofus,” Riku grinned. “You scare them away just by splashing around, let alone kicking them.”

“You could spear them,” Ed suggested. “It’s a pain, though.”

“Yeah, and then you have to gut them and cook them and it’s icky.” Sora wrinkled his nose descriptively, and Riku poked his shoulder again.

“Who has to do all that, mister? I seem to recall you and Kairi refusing to even look at the things after catching them, hmm?” Riku grinned at Sora’s prompt outrage and shoved his head under the water. “Here, go cool down.”

“Jeez, don’t drown him!” Ed scolded Riku, tossing a pebble at him.

“Nah, he’s a fish,” Riku replied, but let up on Sora anyway. The flustered sputtering that followed was certainly amusing, and Sora didn’t truly seem bothered, so Ed let it slide.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Riku finally asked Ed, and gestured at the beach. “We’ll make sure you don’t fall.”

“More likely to knock me down yourselves,” Ed replied with a grin, and Sora let up punching Riku’s stomach with an indignant cry.

“We’d never!” he declared, throwing a fist in the air defiantly. “We’ll stand by you through thick and thin! Never let you down!”

“That’s what he’s afraid of,” Riku replied dryly, but Sora manfully refrained from exacting revenge for the slight against his pride.

“C’mon, Ed, let’s go!” he cried, jumping up next to the blond. Ed eyed the hand that was shoved in his face with a certain amount of distrust.

“Where are we going?” Ed asked, tentatively putting out his own hand. Sora pulled a little too hard, and he stumbled forward, but found Riku there to catch him. On his own two feet once more, he growled and pointedly put his arm on Sora’s head. The boy whined pathetically at the reminder that he was, indeed, the shortest one there.

“We’re gonna go swimming,” Riku replied, and Ed felt a sudden thrill of terror at the identical looks of determination that came into both boys’ eyes.

“Oh no we’re not!” he cried, awkwardly stumbling back, but Sora grabbed his arm and Riku grabbed his leg and they carried him, thrashing and screeching, down to the edge of the beach.

“One, two, three!” Riku shouted, and they swung him in.

“Wow,” Sora said admiringly, “he made a big splash.”

“Yep,” Riku replied.

“I bet that leg’s kinda heavy,” Sora said with a bit of worry.

“Yeah, a little,” Riku shrugged.

“...Riku, have you ever seen him swim?” Sora asked, already beginning to wade out.

“...Shut up,” Riku muttered, and they were quick to haul Ed out and pound his back while he sputtered curses at them.

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Date: 2005-01-29 01:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] karienta.livejournal.com
XD I can so see the furious look on Ed's face. I bet he hates swimming as much as he hates milk. Well, at least when he's thrown in against his will.

At least it only ate your brain this time. Mine has exploded several times this week. It's more fun, excepting the clean up.

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Date: 2005-01-29 01:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sockren.livejournal.com
Icon love.

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Date: 2005-03-05 04:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bard-linn.livejournal.com
Again, great characterization. Sora's perfect in here. Just goofy enough but serious at points too. Ed and Riku interact with him well.
*has an amused expression of what would happen if Ed somehow learned the fire spell from Sora and used it on Mustange when he got back*

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