Here's the new chapter, please enjoy it. I managed to finally get up the energy to write the rest and then proof read it. Sorry it took so long.

Chapter Two

By: The Demonic Duo

Arriving at the rather decent looking apartment building, Remus was helped out of the van and handed his bag. Frowning at the people around him, he went back to staring at the large complex. It was an aluminum seeming gray, with a pulverulent looking pink sewn into it's design. The windows were large and reflective, causing the area to seem a little livelier and brighter. Being urged forward, Remus sucked in a breath and marched his way towards the entrance, someone else getting in front of him to lead the way. That was fine with Remus, as long as they refrained from touching him again. Ever. Again.

The inside lobby had more design with the pink and gray from the outdoors, but there were also greens and blacks to dig into the more calming colors. The floor looked to be a glossy black, green and white marble and the plants that littered the place were all artificial and that same dusty pink. Along the walls were black and white pictures with green matts and silver frames. The building intrigued Remus, and he was already set on exploring it.

Walking over to the desk, the tallest man in Remus's moving party instructed him to sign in. Once he did, he recieved a key as well as a copy, which was abruptly taken by the big guy. Not really concerned with this, Remus was led to his room and as he unlocked it, he stepped in and took in the rather comforting sight.

There was a rather decent looking room that actually had all of the necessary things. There was a dark brown couch in the middle of the room, facing a tiny television that rested on a table. Looking over at the bedroom, the door was open revealing a richly furnished bed that was actually very familiar. In fact, all this stuff looked like his own belongings from his home.

"Your parents brought your things here to be stored for when you were released." The man said, and Remus nodded, turning to look at him. "You'll be recieving a check tomorrow so that you can go shopping. A person to help you manage your money wisely will assist you. He or she will be well educated in A.S.L. so there's no need to worry over communication. Have a good night, Mr. Lupin."

The people left, and Remus snorted at the thought over communication worrying him. Since when did he care? Throwing his bag carelessly onto the floor, he browsed the tiny rooms quietly. The small kitchen was perfect, and Remus even checked the faucet, pleased to have decent tasting water. After enjoying a second glass of fresh water, he moved on through the apartment.

The bedroom was similar to his old one, and that was probably the point. He gazed the bookshelf over, pleased to see most of his books were there or on the floor in neatly stacked boxes. His parents may have shipped him away, and supposedly wanted nothing to do with him, but they sure cared enough to do all this for him. Surprising. He knew better, though, it was simply to get rid of his junk.

Remus grabbed his things from his room and arranged them to his satisfaction. He remade his bed, and fixed his bookshelf so that it was all in alphabetical order. After an hour's worth of redecorating, he was vaguely satisfied with the result. Flicking the television on, he watched in awe over the amount of channels available to him.

The weather channel displayed the time, and since it was rather late, he simply turned it off and crawled onto his couch. It was odd, staring at the darkened room that was lit by the fading sunlight. He couldn't believe that it was almost a year since he was admitted into the Hogsmeade Asylum. His entire living style had changed, and now here he was in a relatively normal room on his own. It was a pretty nice feeling.

Rolling onto his back, he stretched out and nearly slipped onto the floor. Sliding his legs off, he laid there for an akward second before getting up. He all but glided through the room and towards his dresser, practically stripping along the way. Dropping the clothes to the side, he frowned at them and opened his drawer. Grinning at his old clothes, he gleefully slipped them on and collapsed dramatically on his bed. Inhaling deeply, it was only a matter of minutes before he was out cold.

It was five o'clock in the morning by the time he woke up, comfortably nessled into the top of his comforter, the sheets folded around him, yet not over him. The room was warm enough without the blankets, but the fresh smell of softener laced into the fabric was almost intoxicating. He adored the scent of clean.

Crawling out of the bed, he changed into a simple orange t-shirt and a pair of light blue denim pants. He folded his pyjamas and placed them under his pillow for later use. Since the apartment had nothing edible, he bravely left towards the lobby on a mission. He was hungry, dammit!

The man behind the desk stared at him as he wandered into view. Staring back, Remus headed towards him. He had probably looked menacing, because the man's hand slipped over the security button and was poised to press down in case of emergency. Stopping in front of him, Remus frowned and did a quick spell of hand signs before the man shakily gave him a sheet of paper. Writing down it, Remus hurriedly scribbled one neat word. Food.

Breathing in relief, Gerard, as the tag said, gave him a small pamphlet and pointed him in the direction of the cafeteria. Along with it was a pass, guaranteeing him free food. Flipping through the small booklet, he raised an eyebrow and paused. It was pretty much a menu, and in the finest detail it explained exactly what he would be eating. Biting down on his lip, he stepped into the empty cafeteria and exhaled at the emptiness. There was two, no, three other people in the room. He showed the cashier his pass, and the person scanned it into the system and returned it to him. He ordered his food by showing the gaunt woman behind the counter, a specific passage in his pamphlet. She gave him a toothy, yet cavity filled grin. Just witnessing the painful grin caused the nerves in Remus's mouth to set fire. Giving her a very small smile, he pushed down his disgust and greatfully accepted his food.

"REMUS!"

Nearly dropping his food, Remus tensed and stood quite still. Moments passed slowly at first before time regained it's motion. He turned his head and spotted someone skipping towards him. He recognized his face immediately. It was Sirius Black. Getting a small flash of memories, his mouth twisted into a sharp frown and he promptly ignored the black haired man. Sirius would be nineteen now, was it? Remus was a whopping eighteen. Oh boy. Now he couldn't inflict harm onto the other man without being tried as an adult... pity.

Sitting down, Remus set his tray down and ducked his head enough so that only his food was in his line of vision. Ignoring Sirius, he shoved a forkful of french toast and whipped cream into his mouth. He was still angry with the other man, even after an entire year's time. He felt strangely betrayed when Sirius left. Remus, after most of his life, had finally felt he had a friend. In the end, Sirius just proved how despicable people really were.

Remus' symptoms of severe anti-social behavior had worsened shortly after Sirius's release. He had gotten more violent, and even had to be placed into isolation for an entire month. He was there due to his unnecessary act of violence towards the staff. He needed six people to hold him down, while another injected him with a sedative.

Sirius sat down in front of him, staring. Unable to keep his disinterested facade, Remus relented to making eye contact. He was surprised to see just how more handsome Sirius had gotten over just this one year. He sported a mature haircut to his shoulders, in comparison to the shaggy one he had before. On the bridge of his nose rested very smart looking glasses. He looked great, which sort of seemed to down Remus's mood. The sex appeal just didn't seem to matter anymore, Sirius had moved on without him.

"Hey, Remus." Sirius ventured again, tilting his head. Remus frowned and stabbed his french toast again, then again to make sure his hostile mood was put across. It wasn't. Sirius simply grinned and had the nerve to reach over and swipe his finger into the whipped cream, stealing a strawberry while he was at it.

Remus aimed his fork at Sirius and missed, aggrivated with the annoying cackle the other let out. Wrinkling his nose, Remus huffed and continued eating, skirting around the contaminated part of his food.

"I missed you, Remus, I'm glad you're out of there. What makes me even more pleased is to see that you're here, specifically in this building." Sirius stated, sounding only vaguely educated in his small speech. He continued, "I wasn't exactly able to visit, though I wish I could have. I'm doing alright here, but there's no one interesting here. I guess that's where you come in! You should come visit my room and we can just hang out. Did you get a job slip yet? How long have you been here? God, Remus, can't you just imagine the fun we're going to have?"

Remus frowned, blankly staring at Sirius's broad grin. He seemed unphased with Remus's lack of enthusiasm. Rem's mood lifted, even if only by a fraction of an inch. Sirius missed me. He thought briefly, determined to not show his relief on his face. He felt it shouldn't have mattered so much, and that thought alone made him angry. Glaring at Sirius, he licked his fork and downed his drink before getting up and dumping his trash. He stared at the trashcan, feeling mildly amused at getting away with throwing everything out. It felt nice, though the only downside was that everything was plastic. So much for real utensils, right?

Leaving the cafeteria, he lazily strolled down the hall, ignoring the stray dog behind him. He grimaced when Sirius touched his arm. Wrenching it free, he gave Sirius a rude look and went still when he heard a foreign voice speak his name. He glanced over to Gerard and stared at the very attractive man standing in front of the counter. His hair was poker straight and tied into a loose, black braid. His face had a boyish charm that somehow bordered hostile. His eyes were narrowed, giving the impression he was suspicious of everyone.

Glancing the man over quickly, he exhaled loudly and trudged up the stairs. He noticed by that point that Sirius's attention had wandered over to the stranger. Surprisingly his normally excitable attitude had changed to something that was quite malignant. It was a mildly mesmerizing though, to know that Sirius's capabilities weren't simply bound by goofy stupidity.

Checking down the hall, Remus made sure he was alone before he slipped into his room and locked the door. Not long after he had locked it, he heard a shallow knock. He stared, completely unsure of whether or not he wanted to open it, when the person persisted the soft pounding. Relenting, Remus jerked the door open a crack and peeked through.

The sight that greeted him was not Sirius, in fact it was a pair of sultry looking reddish brown eyes. He recognized the person as the stranger he was inspecting earlier.

"Yes?" He murmured quietly. Remus started and gawked before introducing himself with clumbsy signs. The man's eyebrows raised slowly and Remus froze as those eyes swept over his entire form. "Ah, indeed. Well, then, Mr. Lupin... it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Tom Riddle, I was sent here to assist you and help you get comfortable here."

Just how comfortable? Remus thought, swinging the door open to allow Riddle inside.

TBC

Aah, here's another chapter. It's chapter two and here Remus has already dived into a road of drama. Whoo! Did you know that pink is calming? It's the reason I used it for the building's interior. I figured it'd be ironic, especially with all of this psycho-sexual tension in the air. Remus is such a pimp. LOL. He's hitting it off with Riddle and Sirius, and quite possibly in the worst of ways! ...aren't you excited?

This chapter didn't really have too much happen. It's introducing/hinting what should come in the future, though. Please. Read and Review!