Oh man! I'm so excited!

Thank you to all my reviewers I love you all. It makes me all fuzzy inside to know that people laughed and enjoyed it thus far. ( Oh my. I accidentally wrote 'fart' instead of 'far'. laughs insanely ) And to all the people who read and didn't review, I thank you too! Although reviews would really be appreciated. Anyway let's get the disclaimer over with and then on to chapter two!

Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts and it's characters, Sora/Kairi fans would cower in fear over the power Sora/Riku fans would gain. Or maybe Kairi just wouldn't exist in the first place. Yes I like that idea a lot more.

Read away children! Read away!

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After a half hour of begging Sora to get 5 scoops instead of 7 and another hour of watching Sora eat the nightmare, Riku was dragging the boy down the street towards his home. He glanced over to see that Sora's face was covered with syrup and whipped cream with the occasional sprinkle practically embedded into his skin. Yes. Riku needed a very, very cold shower. He shoved the dirty thoughts away as they rounded the corner and made their way up the stairs of Riku's house. Jamming his key in the lock the door opened with a 'click' before a human - as far as Riku could tell - zoomed past him and latched onto Sora's arm.

"SORAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Oh. Yes. It was human. The squealing ball of energy belonged to Riku's mother. That's right audience! His mother. Riku sighed as his mother squeezed the life out of Sora and pinched his cheeks babbling away a mile a minute.

"Oh Sora! You're just too cute for your own good! But you're far too skinny! How old are you? 15? Why yes a year younger than my own Riku! I musn't forget that. One day when you're older and have children I'll just have to feed them all the cookies a grandmother could possibly make so they aren't as skinny as you! Ohhh look at your hair! Riku you must bring this boy over more often I just love him to death!"

Quite honestly, all Riku heard was "Blah blah blah, skinny, blah blah blah, Riku, blah blah blah, children, blah blah blah, death!" Skinny Riku, children death. ...Riiiight.

He sighed again and managed to pry Sora off his mother. The poor boy was turning purple for God's sake! He continued directing Sora into his house and up the stairs before Sora gathered his bearings and shouted "Nice to see you Misa! Thank you for letting me stay over!"

Giggles were all that was heard as Riku shoved Sora into his room and slammed the door. Running his hand through his hair, he turned around to arch an eyebrow at Sora who was staring expectantly at him.

"See something you like?"

Sora's eyes narrowed but Riku noticed a slight brush creep up on his cheeks. So, so, so, so cute. He smiled innocently at the boy and rocked on his heels.

"All I see is you being a pervert. Gonna tell me why you're walkin' around with handcuffs now?"

Riku clutched a hand over his heart and let out a dramatic gasp.

"Sora! Your words wound me like a gutted fish!"

Sora looked at Riku incrediously for a moment. "That was the stupidest excuse of a smiley I have ever heard. In my life."

"Ah but Sora I believe the word is 'similie'."

"The point goes unnoticed!" He threw his hands up in the air as another light blush stained his cheeks. Yes Riku could get rather used to this. As long as Sora kept acting foolish. Kinda like that song where they say 'ACT A FOOL'. Riku never understood rap songs.

His deep, philosophical thoughts were ripped away as he realized Sora was staring at him like he had grown a third head. Second! Second head. Not third. Yes. Quite.

"What the hell does actin' a fool have to do with the current situation?"

He blanched. Oh God had he said that out loud! QUICK. ACT COOL. Wait he was Riku. He was the epitome of cool. So he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall staring straight at Sora.

"Right. Let's get down to buisness."

Sora couldn't help but be reminded of Mulan. He ignored these thoughts along with Riku's random outburst as the handcuffs made their second appearance.

"Meet Jamal and Paco. These babies were taken straight from the strip club downtown'." Sora opened his mouth to say something but decided better and shut it. Riku smirked before continuing. "Take a good look at 'em cause for the next week they're what's connecting you to your bestest friend ever."

Sora took a moment to consider just who Riku was talking about. Just to piss him off. It worked as Riku's expression molded from excited to impatient and annoyed.

"Me! ME you idiot! Are you telling me you don't know who your best friend is?"

Sora snickered and plopped down on Riku's bed. Suddenly a though occured to him and he froze horrified.

"Riku..."

"Hmm?"

"How are we supposed to...y'know...shower and stuff?"

If words could only describe the glow that radiated off Riku at that moment. And the fear that Sora felt. But alas, neither can be described.

"Gee Sora. That is a problem! But one we can solve easily!"

"Yeah you're right Riku. For a minute I thought you were actually gonna keep the handcuffs on while I took a shower. But you aren't that crazy!" Sora gave a nervous laugh. "...right?"

"Don't be silly Sora. A week is a week. That means 168 hours or 10080 minutes or-"

"Okay, okay! I get it! So if we aren't taking them off what's your brilliant solution?"

Riku looked sort of like an axe murderer right now. And Sora sort of wanted to run home and hide in his bed in fetal position.

"Why, we close our eyes of course."

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The hours and minutes Riku said actually took me a while to figure out. Thank goodness for the calculator! So they may not be right since I have bad experiences when it comes to numbers in the summer.

Third chapter is in the process of being written! I'll try and get chapters out quicker if more people review. cackles BLACKMAIL. YES. THAT IS WHAT I SHALL USE.

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