Riku looked around the club in disgust. His idiot of a best friend had decided to 'treat' him to a surprise for his birthday, and, like an idiot, Riku had agreed. Axel and Roxas had pulled up at 9 and driven him to an ordinary-looking building. When he walked inside, Riku realized it was anything but ordinary. It was a nightclub. Strobe lights flashed and drunken party goers thrashed to the pounding beat. Axel yelled something to the bartender, and towed them over to an empty table. Roxas sipped his drink quietly while Axel scribbled something on a piece of paper. He flipped his hand in the air and the bartender sent someone over to their table. He took the paper and glanced at it quickly.

"Riku, right?" Riku nodded, and the man helped him to his feet.

"Um…what's going on?" he asked Axel quietly. He shook his head and gestured for Riku to follow the man. He shuffled forward awkwardly, glancing back at the table forlornly. Roxas shook his head and swatted Axel angrily. Riku gulped and trotted after the man.

Riku followed the man into another part of the club. The walls had been soundproofed, cutting out the pulsing music. The man led him into a darkened room and over to a catalogue.

"Pick anything you want. The transaction has already been taken care of. If you want something Mako-infused, please note that ShinRa Incorporated is not responsible for any unexpected changes. ShinRa is happy to sell you the finest goods possible; please enjoy your stay, and when you are ready to leave, a driver will take you home as soon as you're done choosing. Thank you for choosing ShinRa Inc. for your merchandise."

Riku stared at the man and nodded dumbly. The man left the room silently and Riku opened up the book in front of him. The ShinRa logo was punched into the front cover and the information was printed on crisp paper. Riku turned the pages idly and came to a graph. In the first section, there was a box for gender. Riku checked male and moved onto eye color. 'Blue.' The next question weirded him out a bit. 'Outfit.'

"What is this?!" Riku asked quietly. He skimmed through the rest, checking boxes at random. He shut the book with a snap and pressed the button by the door.

A man in a suit answered it quickly and silently led him back into the club. Riku saw Axel and Roxas, and waved. Axel laughed loudly and saluted him lazily. The driver led Riku over to a black sedan and climbed inside. Riku stared for a moment, and got in the car.

Riku rode in the elevator wearily. It had been a long week, and he'd had quite a bit to drink at the club… He fumbled with his keys and unlocked his apartment door. He shut it gently and fell asleep on his couch without even taking off his shoes. He was woken abruptly an hour or so later by a timid tapping on his front door. Who the hell…It's too fuckin late for this… Riku groaned and shuffled over to the door. He opened it blearily and his eyes widened at the person in his doorway.

"Are you Riku?" the boy asked him quietly. Riku nodded and the boy stepped forward quickly. He pushed Riku against the wall forcefully. He bit his lip momentarily in hesitation, and leaned forward. His soft lips pressed against Riku's timidly, and, when Riku didn't push him away, with more confidence.

Riku stood there in confusion. What the hell… Who is this?! The boy pulled away and shut the door.

"Thank you for choosing ShinRa Inc. for your business transaction." The boy said in a monotone voice.

"Has your order arrived on time?"

"Order? Who are you? What's ShinRa?" Riku gasped and the boy stared at him.

"Sir? Has your order arrived on time?" the boy asked again and nodded emphatically. Riku nodded slowly, and the boy itched at his ear. A blue tag was punched through it, and as the boy scratched at it, a red chip slid out of his ear. He handed it to Riku.

"Press your thumb on it to confirm the order." He said with a smile. Riku did as the boy said, pressing his thumb on the chip in confusion.

"Okay…now that that's taken care of, what would you like to do first?" the boy asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Um…do?" Riku asked. The boy relaxed visibly.

"Thank goodness… Well, I come equipped with all the proper manuals on the subject. There's a very informative one on the subject of sexual int-"

"Sex?!" Riku squeaked. The boy nodded in confusion.

"Yes…you are Riku, right?" the boy asked. Riku nodded slowly.

"Happy Birthday, Riku." The boy giggled happily.

"Birthday?...Axel!" Riku yelled. The boy stepped away from him warily.

"No, sir. My name is 7O4-A: codename 'Sora'."

"Codename?"

"Yes; 7O4-A, manufactured by ShinRa for all of your needs."

"M-manufactured?!" Riku whispered in shock. The boy's eyes widened.

"Yes, manufactured to your specific instructions. In the club?" he said timidly. Riku stared at him. The boy sighed in exasperation and hitched up his shirt. Tucked into his hip bone was an imprint on Riku's signature. Silver ink emboldened it on his skin; a tattoo of ownership.

"What?" Riku asked. Sora smiled at him.

"You filled out the paperwork, and a Mr. Axel Thorn…took care of paying for the transaction."

"I don't understand…wait…what did you call yourself?"

"Sora!" he giggled happily. "I am everything you wrote! I have the paperwork here somewhere…" Sora muttered, patting at his pockets. He smiled, and pulled a rolled up sheet of paper out of his back pocket. He handed it to Riku and walked into the living room, leaving Riku in the front hallway. Riku unrolled the papers and read slowly.

The ShinRa logo was in the top corner. It was a copy of the paper from the book in the club. Riku read over his answers with growing dread.

Formal Order Form for ShinRa product number 7O4-A 'Sora'

Gender: male

Eye color: blue

Hair color: brown

Stature: small

Personality: happy/ energetic

Mentality: Optimistic

Contract Duration: Life

Delivery: 1 – 1 ½ hours at home address

Riku saw his signature scrawled at the bottom of the page, matching the one tattooed on Sora's hip. He flipped to the next page hurriedly.

Outfit Preference

Shorts: X

Pants:

None: (This option is available to Premium Customers only)

Tank Top: X

Vest: X

None:

Shoes: X
Webbed feet:

Scaled feet:

Additional Coloring:

Personality:

Docile:

Hostile:

Independent: X

Dependent:

Preference

Uke: X
Seme: X

Dominant: X

Submissive: X

Aspirations

None:

Set by master:

Set by individual: X

Riku flipped to the back and saw a login number for his computer to order additional 'features'. He sighed and looked around for Sora. He found him curled up on the couch. Riku smiled, and covered him with a nearby blanket.