I sat in the kitchen, a glass of wine in my hand, as my "guest" sat out in the dining room. Would he ever leave?
"Sora?" Riku called
"What?" I snapped.
"Scrumptious…I mean Demyx...I mean…that man, is gone. You can come out now." He informed me.
Sighing, I opened the kitchen door and walked out into the dining room. I was about to walk over to where Riku was standing to give a million apologies, when the phone started ringing.
"Its probably Demyx…" I scoffed.
"Hello?"
"Hello Sora. It's Cloud."
"Oh…how are you?" I asked, Almost gagging as those words came out of my mouth.
"Wonderful my lovely. So get this, I overheard Kadaj and our dear boss Sephiroth talking, and apparently they are going to choose one of us to go to Venice to expand the company."
"That's great." I mused.
"Great? It's fantabulous. It's Venice Sora. Venice ITALY. How can you not be absolutely ecstatic?" He asked.
"I would rather stay here then go to Venice. I love it here. Good luck with the job."
I hung the phone up and smiled.
"So I guess I should get to work on the dishes." I admitted. Man do I hate cleaning.
"No wait! What about Venice Sora?" Riku asked, stepping in my way to the table.
"Oh its nothing. Just a job offer I don't want.
"It seems like something."
"It's not.
"Sora."
"Riku.
"Sora, tell me."
"Why?"
"I will do the dishes if you do."
"Ugh...If I must." I smirked.
I sat down at the bar in the kitchen as Riku walked in and out of the dining room with dishes.
"The one on the phone was my lifetime photographer rival Cloud. He called to tell me that our boss was going to send one of us To Venice, Italy to expand the company. But I told Cloud I wasn't interested because I would much rather stay here." I explained.
But what I didn't explain was that I didn't want to leave because the man candy Riku was here. Not in Venice. I thought that maybe I owed it to myself to find a good man. I didn't exactly have the best dating history, and though some part of me knew he was, I just couldn't shake this feeling that told me Riku wasn't all straight. I needed to find out if I was right or not. And besides. If I called Kadaj and made small talk with him, I would get the job. That is, if I wanted it. But going would have to mean that things with Riku didn't work out. I kind of…wanted them to work out.
"Oh. Well, I personally would have gone to Venice. But that's just me." He smiled.
"Yea. Well, I don't even know if the job is mine anyway, and besides. Triplo hates flying..."
"Why? The Discovery Channel said ferrets loved air travel." Riku questioned, scratching his head slightly.
"Um…Long story short; Trip bit me, I got mad, Trip jumps at me, I catch him, I throw him, he lands in toilet…I 'accidentally' flushed him… he just freaks at any thoughts of being off the ground." I said sheepishly.
Riku stared at me in complete horror as I remembered that dark…dark…. toilet watery day. Triplo came trotting in the kitchen happily, completely oblivious to the fact that we were just talking about him. Riku bent down and picked up my tabby ferret, stroking him protectively.
"Don't worry Triplo. I won't let the evil Sora hurt you…. Or flush you…"He whispered to trip.
"Sure-sure. Hey, you missed a few dishes." I grinned at him, as he let Triplo scamper away at the sound of the word, 'flush'.
Riku rolled his eyes at me, and stuck the last remaining dishes into the washer. Riku had told me he was tired, and went off to bed, leaving me alone in the sparkling clean kitchen. For a while I just sat there, not really thinking about anything, but what I was going to do with my life. I mean, So far things had worked out in my favor, but I was now being faced with a challenge. Should I, Or should I not, go to Venice
It wouldn't be a horrible thing to move to Venice. I could get a nice little Villa, or town home, and go about my business. I did take Italian in high school after all.
But then again… I would be leaving Riku here all alone. And with Triplo not liking to fly and all…
That's it.
I'm staying.
I quickly finished off my glass of wine, and headed upstairs. Now what I had planned on doing was going straight to bed, being that I had work in morning. But as I was passing Riku's room, instead of seeing him asleep, I saw him doing something rather odd.
He was sitting at his desk with skittles spread all over the top. He had as pile with all the other colors, and a pile with red ones. I walked in, and leaned over his shoulder, not knowing exactly what to say except:
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm picking out the red ones of course." He replied; his eyes glued to the desk as he picked out two more.
"Well, yes I see that. But why?" I asked again.
"Well, on the discovery channel, it says red dye is bad for the colon. So, I decided I needed to make my colon happy. And I always have some skittles before bed. Kind of a long story why, but I've always done it. And of course, as I found out on the ferret special, ferrets like skittles. So lucky for Triplo, he gets my red ones!" He explained.
Oh great. Spare your colon, but kill Triplo's. Nice.
"Oh, that reminds me Sora! I have a Discovery Channel magazine subscription. Did it come yet?" He asked turning around, a childish grin spread across his face.
"Oh, I think it did. Well, I believe I threw it in the trash, thinking it was junk mail. Sorry." I said, not really caring.
Riku looked at me for a second, his expression unreadable. At first I thought he was undressing me with his eyes. But then he started laugh.
"Oh SORA! You're SUCH a kidder." He giggled.
My head tilted to the side somewhat, like Triplo's did when he was confused.
"Um, No. I'm not joking. Its really in the trashcan." I confirmed.
"Ah…Ah…AHHH!" Riku screamed, His skittles falling to the floor with his chair, as he stood. Riku bolted from the desk and out the door. I could hear his footsteps Going down the stairs, along with the sound of something breaking from the kitchen.
That couldn't have been good.
A few moments Later, Riku appeared in the doorway once more, panting, with a food covered magazine in his hand.
"We're ok. It's not hurt. A little messy, but still good." He said, a look of relief on his face.
"I can't believe you threw this away Sora! Its like…like…My BIBLE!" He screamed at me, shoving the disgusting looking magazine in my face.
Riku sighed, placing the book down on his bed, and started picking up the skittles that were all over the floor. I bent down, picking up a red skittle and popped it into my mouth. Riku looked at me with a horrified look.
"Your colon is unhappy. You colon killer." He mumbled. I rolled my eyes and helped him pick up the rest of the skittles, and placed them back on his desk, while he picked up the magazine and sat me down next to him. Oh joy!
After about an hour of him explaining EVERY article in the Discovery Channel magazine to me, He finally told me I could go to bed. Which, I was VERY happy to do.
I walked into my room, and crawled under the covers on my bed. Sleep time for Sora.
The next day, I was forced to get up early. I had a photo shoot for the biggest magazine in California. "The Fic" is what they called it. I'm not entirely sure why, but whatever. It didn't really matter to me what they called it, as long as they signed my check.
I threw on a pair of my slightly baggy jeans; a white studded leather belt, and a black t-shirt with the word, "Photographer" on it. Nothing special. I ran downstairs, throwing on my white Pumas, on the way. Before I walked out the door, I emptied some food in a dish for Trip, next to a note for Riku that told him where I was. Not like he cared but still.
When I arrived at the studio I was greeted by a pack of models all trying to get me to help them with their clothes as if I would find anything interesting in them. Well, this lasted for half an hour until I let it slip to one of the models that I was gay, and then I started getting their numbers for shopping dates. I didn't mind, but really; is that all girls see when they look at gay men? Shopping buddies? Please. We have lives with our guy friends to. We still like most the same things straight men do. We just go about things vehemently then straight men; who tend to be more nonchalant.
Well, after I was done being attacked by models I finally started to take their pictures doing rough poses. Its not like I liked their poses. But it was what went with this magazines theme.
Look it's Riku!
I woke up the next morning to find that Sora had already left to work or something. Well. That was just fine with me. It gave me time to look. I slid out of my bed and threw on some jeans and white t-shirt. Nothing special. I yawned as I walked into Sora's room, with Triplo at my feet. Sora's ferret had seemed to taken a liking to me lately. Maybe it's because of all the skittles I had been feeding him. The Discovery Channel said it wouldn't hurt ferrets. Just make them hyper. And well, a little sugar rush never hurt anyone, right? I slowly made my way into Sora's bathroom, taking in everything I could visually. I walked into his tile-covered bathroom. The very place that he showered was more feminine than what even I had expected it to be.
He had a pink scrubby and…what was that…? Moisturizer? Oh dear GOD. This was all gold. It would be just perfect. Even Axel didn't own a moisturizer before Roxas.
I turned around to find Triplo sitting on the bathroom counter, his head tilted to the side as if he were confused about something. I ignored his look, and slipped him another red skittle, as I started to open one of the drawers on the counter.
Hair gel. A whole DRAWER full! And it was purple. And grape scented! This was way past gay. This was…was…super special awesome gay!
I picked up one of the Gel containers and stuck it in my pocket, as I pranced out of Sora's room. I had done enough snooping for one day.
I sat in my room with my radio blasting as I scribbled things in a notebook. Doodles mostly. I was about to add the finishing touches on a stick person comic I had just made, when the phone started ringing. Instead of answering I let the machine pick up.
"Hey, this is Scrumptious and I. I'm not answering the phone right now because me and him are DOING it! Leave a message after the Moan! UHN!"
"Oh wow. Well, I don't want to interrupt Sora, but I am just calling to tell you that I am opening up another branch to the company in Venice Italy. And, Lucky you Sora! You get to choose whether or not YOU want to be the President and Supervisor Of the branch in Italy! Call me back within three days, or I will choose for you! Bye!"
I smiled proudly. Sora would freak out when he found out. I'm sure that the fact that he actually got the job will change any decision he had made. But still… If he left, my project would be left unfinished. It was then I realized I needed to turn up the heat. I put down my notebook and looked around my room. I had already finished in the bathroom, but I was still a little curious. I needed something else to do. Maybe more investigating… I could find out what it was like to be a gay man…YES! That's exactly what I will do!
I hopped out of my bed and skipped back to Sora's room, trying to get the gay out of the experience. As I entered his bathroom, I knew I would have all sorts of fun. This was so COOL.
I stripped down, and jumped into the shower I had started a moment ago. In there, it was like a sanctuary to all things fruity. He had like, a whole isle of fruity body wash by itself. As he did with, lotions, gels, shampoos, conditioners, etc. It was great.
I started with the shampoos. I used all of them. It smelled so good. But I could never let a Girl smell me like this. Ha. And of course, I used all of the soaps, all of the conditioners, all of the lotions, and all of the face -wash. I was clean to say the least.
I stepped out of the shower the room smelling like a fruity explosion. I wrapped a fuzzy pink towel around my waist, and looked into the mirror. It was time to make use of the gel. I picked one of the gels out of the drawer, and started slopping it in my hair, spiking it like Sora's hair was. I looked gay. I felt gay. This was amazing.
Anyway, I finished doing my hair, and walked into the bedroom. I opened a clothes drawer and found as many brightly colored boxers as I could have ever imagined. I pulled out a pair of neatly folded lime green ones with black stripes on them, and put them on.
Sora wouldn't mind!
I walked back into my room, my hair all gelled, and Sora's boxers on, and turned on the radio, which just so happened to be playing "Sanctuary".
Unable to hold back the urge, I danced around the house, singing along with the radio.
"My sanctuary! My sanctuary!" I screamed.
Look! It's Tidus!
Riku! Riku! I love Riku! I think I will call Riku. I thought. I sped through the numbers on my phone and pressed talk.
"Hey, this is me and Scrumptious I'm not answering the phone right now because me and him are DOING it! Leave a message after the Moan! UHN!"
"Awww Riku!! I cant believe your not answering you're phone!" I whined into the receiver. "Well, I just wanted to see how your Sora exploitation thingy was going! Well, I will call later! Ciao Riku my love!" I screamed.
As I closed my phone, only these words appeared: Sora's Home.
Oops. I just blew Riku's Cover, and Sora was going to kill him. But, Riku was a smart cookie. He would be able to fix it. Also, I felt like tacos.
Look! It's Riku!
As I heard the message record on Sora's answering machine, I nearly keeled over right there.
Oh my God! I can't believe that stupid Tidus! I sprinted over to the answering machine, slamming my hands down on every button.
"Erase! Erase!"
Look! It's Sora!
"That's a wrap!" I shouted, my voice ringing through the building. I packed up my cameras, and started back to my car, not wanting any more attention from those magazine people. When I finally got home, I sped up the stairs excited to see Riku again. I walked up to my door, put my key in the lock and started to turn it.
Look! It's Riku!
I heard the key in the door start to turn.
OH NO!
I continued slamming on the buttons.
"All messages erased." The machine informed me.
Oh shit. Sora's message! But I can't tell him! He will want an answer to why I erased them! I can't! He will find out my secret!
Look! It's Sora!
I opened the door to my lovely apartment that I loved so much. I looked around, expecting to see the Discovery Channel on, but it wasn't. Instead, I saw Riku jump past me in a pair of annoying bright boxers.
MY annoyingly bright boxers!
"RIKU! What the HELL are you doing?"
As Riku walked up to me, I smelled an explosion of fruity goodness. I had half a mind to search my home for Sam the Fruit Loops toucan.
"I'm Sora!" He grinned, pointing to his hair and my boxers.
"Well. That's just about the most fruity loop thing I have EVER seen." I smirked.
"Oh yea? Well, Leave a message after the moan! UHN!" He screamed back.
Dammit Demyx.
"Demyx recorded that when we were still dating!" I tried to explain.
"So, I assume you guys…hee hee…did it all the time?" Riku giggled.
"What? I…we…they…uh, NO!" I stuttered, looking for a legit answer.
"Oooh!! Sora did it!?" Riku gasped.
"Well of course I did! But it's not like I went around putting friends underwear on!"
"Yea? Well its not like I own a skittle deprived Ferret!" Riku said, gesturing towards Triplo.
"Yea? Well I just slapped you!" I told him, as my hand went across his cheek.
With a look of horror, Riku leaned forward, and licked my face.
"Well sir. I just licked you!" He said, His expression completely blank.
At this point, I had no other choice. I had to GO THERE, no matter how childish this fight may have been. I dropped my suitcases on the floor, and bent down swiftly, my hands grabbing Riku's…well, MY boxers, and ripping them down.
When I stood up after having my view of Riku's…ahem…manhood, Riku seemed completely unaffected. As if nothing had happened at all. When I ripped his boxers down, I had expected some kind of outburst, with names being called a little along the lines of, "Gay Rapist!" Or something like that. But instead, he only spoke. Quite calmly at that!
"Well now. Look what you did. You pulled down my pants. I am naked. Shame on you sir! Shame on you." He said, turning away, the boxers still on the floor. Riku made his way upstairs, and as much as I hate to admit it, my eyes glued on his perfect ass the whole time. I can't believe such a work of art lived in MY apartment. Well, aside from my own art of course. But that was beside the point.
I picked up the boxers off the floor, and threw them up the stairs, while I walked by. I was going to need some coffee to calm myself down from the series of events that had taken place two seconds ago.
TST-- Hooray for revised chapter four! I'm on a roll here. Oh yea
Scrubby-- Body scrubber thing. Loofa? Haha.
Well thanks for reading and I hope to hear from you all, in the form of a loverly review! : )