Author's Note: Well this is the sixth chapter. Surprise surprise! I noticed that the quality/style was slipping, so this time I made an effort to step it up a bit. My thanks go out to: Lack Thereof, Kanilla-Master of Fluff, Aeshma-the-dark-fury, carbuncle021, Queen of the Insects, and chocoholic freak for their reviews!
Aeshma-the-dark-fury, I have no problem, just confused... And now I'm wondering, when you change your pen name does it change in all of the reviews that you've given? Hm...

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 at the door, looking intently into the peephole. He was waiting, and had been for the past fifteen minutes. But he knew that the kid would come back, it was in their natures.

Riku saw the boy come hesitantly from behind the corner. The boy crept up to the door to Riku and Sora's apartment while Riku waited on the inside. The boy prepared for what he was about to do, and Riku prepared for what he was about to do in response for what the boy was about to do (it was all very complicated). Riku had come up with his great plan when he had been rudely interrupted for the third time, completely ruining what he was working on. He had been working on a pyramid of tortilla chips, and to do that one has to be very concentrated. Very concentrated, as it takes a lot of work to stack tortilla chips, which were not, infact, made to be stacked.

The boy raised his hand to ring the doorbell, he was tensed up and ready to run right after he did his dirty deed. To his surprise, the door opened right before he pressed the white (well... grayish brown technically, but who keeps track?) button. And then he found himself gagged and tied to a chair.

Riku was extremely proud of his handy-work. He had opened the door, yanked the kid inside, and tied him to the ready chair in under ten seconds. For those who do not practice the art of abduction (or kidnapping if you prefer, but kidnapping is such an unpleasant word isn't it? It almost sounds like a crime!), ten seconds is not a time to sneeze at.

Riku stepped back from the terrified boy and put his hands on his hips. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that it's rude to ring people's doorbells and then run away?"

The boy couldn't find the strength in himself to nod, which was a good thing, really. If he had nodded, he would have made Riku angry, and then Riku would have left him tied up and gone to a bar. And then stayed there, for a long, long time.

"Well, I'm not your mother, but I feel that it is my duty to tell you: ringing people's doorbells and then running away is bad."

The boy started trembling. Riku started pacing. "I mean just consider! By ringing my doorbell, you have put yourself in great danger! You gave me the chance to pull you into my apartment!" Riku made a wide motion with his hand, illustrating his point. "What if I'm a child rapist? What if I'm a serial killer?"

If Riku had said another word, the boy would have wet his pants. Luckily (for both of them, Riku would not have been happy had the boy soiled the carpet) Sora came through the door at that precise moment. He looked calmly around the room.

"Hey, Riku. Who's this?"

Riku turned to Sora. "Eh, just some kid who was ringing the doorbell and then running away."

Sora glanced at the kid before hanging up his jacket. "My friends and I used to do that. One time a guy chased after us with a chainsaw for twelve blocks. Unfortunately, Timmy had asthma, so he fell behind. The guy cut Timmy's leg off."

The boy was once again in danger of wetting his pants. Seeing the boy's terrified expression Sora rolled his eyes. "It's not such a big deal, they re-attached it!" Sora plopped down on the couch (1). "Kids these days, get freaked out over the littlest things..." he muttered before turning on the television.

There was a moment of uncomfortable and not very silent silence. "So, I talked to Kairi," said Sora when a commercial about dancing burritos came on. Sora turned to face Riku.

"Oh?" asked the silver-haired artist. "What did you talk about?"

"You."

Riku was a little surprised by the blatant answer. "Looks like you're not one to beat about the bush."

Sora shrugged. "Why would you want to beat a bush? Anyway-" he broke off as his show started again. Riku waited patiently for ten minutes for the commercial to come on again. If someone had told him three months ago that he would be looking forward to the commercials, he would have laughed. And then he would have laughed some more.

"Anyway," said Sora again. "Kairi really liked you."

Riku nodded. He knew that she would. Closer to the end of her visit he had thought, "what the hell?" and turned on his charm. She had practically swooned when he kissed her hand after saying goodbye.

"Well, we were thinking of going to this fancy French restaurant, and she thought that we should invite you," Sora continued. "So, do you wanna come?"

Riku thought about it for a little while. "Sure," he finally answered.

Sora looked up at him and sighed in relief. "That's good, 'cause I can't go, I found out about a lecture that I have to go to. Now I can say that I thought that it would be better for the two of you to bond instead of 'uh, I can't, uh, I'm sorry!'"

Riku nodded once again. This was his chance! "So, when is this thing going to happen?" he asked Sora.

"Friday night," answered Sora right before the commercials ended.

Riku grinned. Friday was the day that his parents were throwing their posh party. Too bad, now he couldn't come.

The boy tied to the chair fell over as he tried to hop over to the door. Riku turned to him and narrowed his eyes. "That's right, you're still here."

He untied the boy and pushed him out of the apartment. "I hope you learned your lesson," he said. The boy didn't hear him, he was too busy running for his life.

(1) For those of you who are worried: the mean man who cuts off legs is probably still in jail. Nothing to worry about!

Authors Note: This chapter was inspired by real life events. I'm sure that you all want to hear about it :). I spend Spring Break with my dad, and this year there were some kids knocking on our door and then running away. So finally my dad got fed up and went outside, into the stairwell on which they were hiding and asked "can I help you?" ... Or something like that. They stopped knocking on the door.

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