Authors Note: The last chapter! YAY! Thanks to all my reviewers: Lack Thereof (I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to offend anyone), Ayeshagirl, Queen of the Insects, The Kawaii Rijekuto, carbuncle x3, chocoholic freak, Cacao Me, and TheOv3rlyOb3ss1bl3. Thank you also to my flamer, the-kiss-of-oblivion :)
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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 he has ever met. So charming, in fact, 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.

When Riku woke up for a second time the angel and demon weren't there, a fact for which he was extremely grateful. His father wasn't there either, but his father always managed to pull through, so Riku wasn't the least bit worried.

"Riku! Riku, you're awake!"

Riku turned his head and saw Selphie, with his mother behind her.

"...Yes. Yes, I am," said Riku when it became clear that Selphie wanted an answer.

"We were so worried about you, Riku," said Angina.

Riku raised an eyebrow. "Well I should hope so," he groused.

Selphie frowned. "I see that being dead hasn't changed you at all," she said with disapproval.

Riku had to think about that for a moment. "I think you're wrong about that. While I was dead I talked to father and realized that I really don't want to be like him."

Selphie and Angina looked at him strangely. "Do you think he's hallucinating?" Selphie asked as she turned to Angina.

Riku's mother looked uncertain for a moment. After all, both father and son had been dead at the same time. It was entirely possible that they could have had a conversation. "I suppose that he is," she finally answered.

And then they called a nurse, who stuck a large needle into his arm and injected him with a noxious looking liquid. Riku felt drowsy, but before he fell asleep he decided that he didn't like Selphie quite as much anymore.

When Riku woke up again, the only other person in the room was Sora. And a nurse with a very nice rack. Riku tried to focus on Sora. This became infinitely easier when the nurse left the room.

Sora was sitting on a chair with his arms folded across his chest, glaring at Riku accusingly. Riku decided to use his fall-back plan- to be as charming as possible. He smiled his best smile.

"How considerate of you to come and visit me in he hospital," he said with a sickly sweet voice.

Sora glared even harder. "I'm mad at you, you know."

Riku screamed inwardly. What was with people stating the obvious? He supposed that it was just an unfortunate day for that sort of thing.

"And why would that be?" Riku asked with the most innocent expression he could summon onto his face. All in all, he had thought that he had done a good job. The only time that he had been less innocent was the time that he had taken the chocolate that his father had received for his (his father's, not Riku's) birthday and 'accidentally' smeared it on the white carpet that they had had recently imported from Asia under the watchful gaze of his mother, father, 200 guests, and the entire household staff.

Sora stood up and started pacing. "You know very well why I'm pissed at you!" he said with a wide hand gesture that knocked over a pot of petunias which were no doubt placed there by a very considerate person who was not aware of the fact that Riku was allergic to them (petunias, that is).

Riku watched with interest as Sora swore, knelt, and tried to shovel all the dirt back into the pot.

"I really don't know what you're talking about," Riku said after a moment. After all, he didn't want to admit to anything that Sora didn't know about. As far as he was concerned, Sora could be talking about the time all of his dishes had 'mysteriously' disappeared, or about the time that his bed sheets 'miraculously' changed color.

Sora sighed and put the pot of flowers back upright. "I'm talking about the time that you slept with all of my friends, including my girlfriend!"

Oh. Thought Riku. He had almost forgotten about that. Well, not really. But he liked to pretend that he had, in the vain hope that if he forgot about it, it would somehow become less important, and more of a funny story that one could share with one's grandchildren (provided that one had any).

"I'm terribly sorry," Riku apologised.

"No you're not!" Sora exclaimed and once again managed to knock over the pot.

Riku watched with interest as Sora bent down to pick it up again. "Well, maybe not terribly..."

Sora looked up at him accusingly from the floor. He picked up the pot and stood up before walking over to Riku's bed and glaring at him.

"Don't you have any morals?" he asked.

Riku thought that it probably wouldn't be prudent to point out that no, he obviously didn't. Instead he decided (wisely) to be a bit more cautious.

"And now I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," he stated flatly.

Sora looked down at his feet. "Well, you slept with everyone, but not with me. How do you think that makes me feel?"

Riku frowned. "Wait a minute... So, you're saying that you're jealous?" he asked uncertaintly.

Sora sighted and started pacing again. "I don't know!" He threw up his hands in agitation and managed to knock over the plant yet again. He swore and bent down to pick it up.

Riku huffed loudly. "Would you stop it with the damn petunias, already?" Sora looked up at him.

Riku sat up in bed (which was no small feat, especially considering the fact that his whole torso was bandaged and his hands were shaking like a heroin addict in rehab), and grabbed Sora's arm, pulling him over to sit on the bed.

"The reason that I didn't go after you was because I thought that you were too good for me," said Riku (which wasn't true). "I didn't think that you were gay," (which also wasn't true), "and I didn't think that you'd really go for a guy like me," (which was).

They looked at each other for a long time. Sora didn't know how to respond, and Riku had fallen asleep (with his eyes open, of course; this was something useful that he had learned in college. This was, in fact, the only useful thing that he had learned in college. He might have learned other things too, had he not dropped out because it was conflicting with his sex life).

Finally deciding that actions were better than words, Sora kissed Riku, who woke up just in time to kiss back.

The two nurses that had been spying on them from an open door broke out in happy smiles.

The first turned to the second and said, "I told you so! You owe me twenty dollars."

Authors Note: Stay tuned for the epilogue :)