Author's note: Well, hia! This is the second story, woo-hoo! This one doesn't have any zombies in it, but I hope that you'll like it anyway. The characters might act OOC, but I'm trying hard to prevent it. That's mostly all I have to say here... There's another Authors note at the bottom, too. That one isn't more interesting, but it might be worth reading anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, but I own the story, so read and enjoy but please do not take.

Summary: One day a man in a wet shirt and leather pants shows up on Sora's doorstep. So, Sora gets a roommate, a young artist named Riku who turns out to be the most charming person person he has ever met. So charming, infact, that he proceeds to charm the clothes right off of all of Sora's friends. But that's okay, because Sora doesn't know. Yet.

Riku was standing in the middle of the street, his large suitcase on the ground next to him. He looked up into the sky as he heard thunder. His smile turned upside down as a drop of water fell on his head. This is so uncool, he thought. He hurriedly picked the suitcase back up and cradled it close to his chest before remembering that he had waterproofed it (by coating it in cellophane wrap) when it crinkled against his body.

He looked thoughtfully up into the sky, but wrinkled his nose and grumbled when a raindrop fell into his eye. He looked back down and took careful stock of the situation. He had just left his previous residence, he was out on the street, it was starting to rain, and a cold wind was picking up. He needed to go somewhere, preferably somewhere where he could also live after he got there. He set the suitcase back down on the ground and crossed his arms, thinking.

He was thoroughly wet by this time, and the wind was chilling him to the core. It didn't help that that core wasn't very deep, he was only wearing a thin white polo shirt and a pair of leather pants. The leather pants were waterproof, but this didn't help because water dripped down inside of them, leaving him with a wet ass. Needless to say, he was slightly more then a little irritated. As the wind picked up, it blew a piece of paper towards him. He tried to ignore it, but found that he couldn't when it plastered itself onto his face. He growled in frustration and ripped it off. He was about to dump it angrily onto the ground, but stopped when the words 'roommate wanted' caught his attention. He brought it a little way away from his face, then read it.

Roommate wanted to share a spacious 2 bedroom/ 2 bathroom apartment on the fifth floor, with a balcony, overlooking a quiet, tree-lined street. Hard wood floors, white walls, large kitchen, dryer and washing machine in the apartment.

Looking for a male with no harmful habits (non smoker), who will be able to pay the rent each month.
Will be sharing with a 21 year old male college student with interests in art and cheese.

And then there was an address. Riku looked at it, it wasn't too far away, he could walk there. If he started now, he could get there in an hour. He lifted up the suitcase with a groan and set out. He walked through the rain, a new spring in his step. The rain was no longer bothering him, and his suitcase seemed to be lighter then before. He started to whistle. Or he tried to start to whistle, but he couldn't, because frankly, he couldn't whistle. He had never learned, and because of this he had been teased by the school bullies and scarred for life. But that was okay, because that gave him the incentive to work hard and earn enough money to hire a number of ugly transvestites to try and seduce the bullies and scar them for life. Riku felt rather pleased with himself when he noticed that the bullies had stopped showing up to school, and even went so far as to send them each a letter with only the words 'who's laughing now?' on it.

He soon reached the address written on the sheet of paper, and double checked before ringing the doorbell. He suddenly realized that it was nine thirty, and showing up the way he was, in wet clothes, might not exactly create the best first impression. He set down his suitcase a little ways off from the door, so that the occupant wouldn't notice it right away. He had a feeling that it might cause a mixed reaction.

The door was opened by a barefoot young man with spiky brown hair and innocent blue eyes. Although those weren't the first things thatRiku noticed. The first thing that Riku noticed was infact, theman's lack of pants. The person with the blue eyes was only wearing a large white shirt. The eyes traveled up and down Riku's body critically "Erm... can I help you?"

Riku decided that now would be a good time to turn on his charm. He brushed his wet silver hair back from his eyes and flashed a wide smile, showing off his pearly teeth. After all, it's hard to not trust someone with perfect teeth. "Why, yes! I came here about the apartment," he lifted up the sheet with 'roommate wanted' written on it. By now it, too, was soaked through, so it resembled a wet rag more then a flyer.

The young man at the door blinked, then opened the door wider. "Oh, uhhh... would you like to see the place?"

Riku smiled another wide smile, but he was careful not to overdo it. "Of course, that would be lovely."

The young man stepped aside, and Riku came in. The T.V. was on, and the young man went to turn it off hurriedly. He smiled at Riku and held out his hand. "My name is Sora, by the way," he said. Riku shook his hand, "I'm Riku," he replied.

Sora gave him a quick tour, showing off the kitchen, the living room (this was very easy, seeing as how the two were connected) the bathroom, and, finally the bedrooms.

"If you would like to stay here, the rent is 500 dollars a month."

Riku nodded. "That seems reasonable, I think I'll take it."

Sora smiled in return. "When do you think you will be able to move in?"

"When would be most convenient for you?"

"Oh, anytime's fine for me."

"How about right now?"

Sora blinked. "Right now? I... sure, I guess..."

And so Riku moved in - to Sora's great surprise- that very day, that very hour, and -to be exact- that very minute. But not that very second, because it took him a little time to get his suitcase from the hall. And then the bewildered Sora went to call his girlfriend. Because this was all too bizarre for him to handle by himself.

yes, well. There it is... I'm writing shorter chapters now, I figured out that long chapters are intimidating. I honestly don't know what a reasonable price for an appartment is. I tried to guess, but then decided that 1000 a month for an appartment is okay, and Riku's paying half, so that's 500... Anyway, I tried. If you enjoyed it, leave a review. If you didn't... leave me a review too, i guess...