A/N: Inspired by Wolf Fangs, y'know...cause she's kewl lieke dat. xD

It was the totally "psycho goth" thing that got him hooked, why, never before had anyone appeared so scary. And he had seen lots of frightening people.

The first words were, "Uhm...do y-you mind grabbing me th-the soda...?" He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, chuckling out of pure fear, "I-I'm a little short."

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Let's point out the obvious Sora!

The man peered down at him with dark red eyes, the kind that made you go "Wow, what a gothic ass hole. Where'd you get the contacts? Did you dye them with your own blood."

They were that scary. And they seemed to be able to look into your mind, well, that's what he thought anyway, so he stopped with the judging. Maybe he'd smile and chirp, "Sure!"

Why do I try and fool myself?

The man didn't say anything as he reached up and grabbed a bottle of Coke, that's when he saw it, as the cloak moved.

Ohhhh holy.

He squealed, jumping back, it wasn't his imagination! I knew it! They ARE coming to get me! He was never that graceful, kinda lanky, but it didn't bother him. He claimed it made him...unique. But to try and hold some of his manly dignity in front of this very scary dude, he flailed his arms and hopped back and forth, trying to regain his balance. Then, he'd take the soda, smirk like he'd done it on purpose and POOF, disappear.

But it was a futile attempt, he was sent sprawling to the floor, landing painfully on his bottom. Pouting her looked over his shoulder and rubbed his soon-to-be sore butt. "Owwwwwwww," He whined, "That huuurt."

A shadow over cast him, and his expression slowly faded, tilting his head back he grinned sheepishly. Oh no...he's spotted my weakness.

He really had it going for him today. First, his mother made him go buy groceries while she watched her soap opera. Second, he could barely reach half the stuff. Third, sexy man demon watches him fall like idiot.

I love Mondays.

"Heh..."

The man just stared at him with raised eyebrows and those gorgeous red eyes. And Sora had never felt so dumb.

In his hand he held the bottle of soda, the other, the claw...Was extended, offering him a...hand...?

Absently he reached out and grabbed it, and the guy pulled him up with ease.

Sora dusted his pants off and forced a grin, "Thanks!" He said, his voice raising a few notches. "I'm just a little klutzy..."

The guy didn't seem like he was fully listening, instead, his eyes were fixed on his small frame, staring with something that could be interpreted as amusement but on someone such as himself, looked very disturbing.

He's dressed in all black and red for Pete's Sake. Don't laugh at me dude, I'll have a seizure.

The guy gave, what LOOKED like a nod, and handed him the soda. Spikes falling into his eyes he took the soda gratefully, eager to leave before bad luck struck him again.

But he couldn't help but think the soda kind of resembled the man before him...it was dark brown and red...though it looked black. At the thought he let out a high-pitched laugh, before covering his mouth with his hand.

"Uhhh...thanks again." Was his muffled reply and the guy 'nodded' again and turned away, beginning to walk the isle.

Sora's blue eyes lingered on him as he left, a grin forming on his lips. He giggled like a school-girl with a crush as he notiec, ironically, the guy was wearing a Coca Cola t-shirt.

A/N: Ahh...why did I attempt this? Oh boy this was bad. Please don't hate me, and uhm, Sorry about the spelling and grammar. My Microsoft Word isn't working properly. >. Anyway, thank you Wolf Fangs for the idea of this amazingly great crack!pairing. Wh00t. Review?