Kay, so chapter two! Don't expect the rest of the chapters to come this quickly, though. I knew what I wanted to do, but I wanted this part to be in Riku's POV. Yeah, the POV alternates each chapter, along with the tense. You'll get used to it.

Oh, and I forgot to give credit to Incubus in the last chapter for their song "Calgone".

Thanks for the review, Sekre, and I hope you like this chapter, too.

Disclaimer: K does not own KH 1 or 2, nor does she own Final Fantasy.

The same warnings hold true in this chapter as in the rest of the story: sexual content, harsh language, and yaoi.

So enjoy.

Hot damn... When they said a 'large inheritance' they meant a LARGE inheritance...

This was the thought running through my head as our little not-Mercedes rolled past some of the biggest houses I've ever seen on anything but MTV Cribs. My family was moving here?

Oh, well see now, in my awe I've forgotten my manners.

Hi. My name's Riku Tanaka. I was seventeen when my parents decided to move from New York City to LA. Why, you ask? Because my grandmother passed away, and she lived in LA. She made a lot of money off of real estate, bought this big house in the City Of Angels, and didn't once invite us to visit. Then, one day we found out that dear old Grammie passed on and left us the house.

As you can imagine, a big place in Cali was a better prospect than a two-room flat in Queens.

So there we were.

A moment after we crossed into the neighborhood, our cab pulled up in front of a big red brick house, which I should have guessed was ours because of the moving truck out front. Not that we had a whole bunch of stuff, but we weren't dirt poor or anything.

"Holy crap! We have balconies!" I jumped out of the cab and rushed up to the house, running through the open front door. My mom came in behind me, laughing softly at my happiness.

"My my, Riku. You're positively giddy!" she taunted, knowing how I defended my normal sullenness.

"Shut up, Mom. I'm gonna go see my room," I replied, grinning and letting the teasing go for now. I took the big staircase two steps at a time and ran into my bedroom, which was easy to find 'cause of the masking tape labeled 'Riku's room' on the door.

Wow.

That was all I had to say.

It was bigger than our old livingroom!

And not only did we have balconies, I had a balcony! And what was there to greet me when I stepped out? A girl.

No, not like... all in white lingerie with a rose in her teeth. No. Down on the sidewalk, waving at me. I was feeling friendly, so I greeted her. "Hey!" I called down, leaning on the railing.

"Hi! I'm Kairi! Welcome to the neighborhood!" Oh, she was friendly, too. And pretty. Not that it mattered much to me, but still. "Hi Kairi. Hold on a sec and I'll come down!"

It took me exactly eleven seconds to get to the front door. Eleven.

I ran out and met the girl - Kairi - on the sidewalk. "Hey."

Kairi giggled prettily and held out a hand, which I took and kissed, eliciting another giggle. "Come on, I'll show you around the neighborhood."

So we walked, but there wasn't really much to be shown. All the houses looked the same, and all the people that we saw gave us the same look, like they'd padlock their wallets if they could. Kairi informed me that it was 'cause it was a school day and all was left were the old people. She just giggled again when I asked why she wasn't at school.

Somewhere on the way home, the girl asked me something that made me stumble and stare in wide-eyed shock at her.

"So, did you have a boyfriend where you came from?"

When I recovered, I cleared my throat and got my feet moving again. "How... um... how..." I stuttered, knowing and hating that there was a pink tinge in my cheeks.

After another soft giggle, Kairi finished my sentence. "How did I know? Not a better gaydar for miles around. Besides, my best friend's gay," she finished with a shrug, but my attention had been caught.

"Oh yeah?" I feigned disinterest, but I could see her smirk out the corner of my eye. "What's his name?"

"Sora," she answered, apparently deciding not to chip away at my dignity any further than I'd already done myself. "Sora Harada. Your next door neighbor."

Sora Harada, my next door neighbor. If I'd only known then...

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

After the interest I'd shown when Kairi mentioned her gay best friend, one would think that I'd be eager to meet said gay best friend. But when my mother told me the next afternoon that she was going over to meet the Haradas, I stayed home. Why, oh why?

Because I'm a coward, that's why.

However, that didn't mean that I wasn't up on the balcony, waiting for Sora to get home so I could get a good look at him. And no, that's not creepy. I was in the middle of a silent complaint about him being late getting home when I was completely and utterly distracted.

That had to be him, but... there was no way that was him... Beautiful, radiant, graceful... And dear God, that was just the way he walked. As Sora got closer and started up the walkway to his house, I got a better look at his face, and knew instantly that I wasn't gonna be able to keep my cool with this one.

The mop of cinnamon brown hair gave the first impression of immaturity or childishness, but the way he held himself, and, though it was hard to see at this distance, the look in his eyes instantly threw that first impression out the window. His shoulders hunched just a little, an echo of repeated hanging of that lovely head of his. His eyes were closed just in the slightest, anyone else's expression of sadness, which over time had become default for him.

Such a rich boy, such a privileged life. What could be so wrong? Or maybe he was just one of those rich kids without any real problems, so he was emo... He did look a bit dark...

Oh hush, Riku. Give him the benefit of the doubt.

Unfortunately, I didn't get the opportunity to continue my appraisal, because just then those bright blue eyes turned up to my house, passing over my little balcony. Did I want him to see me? I mean, maybe he'd come over and save me the trouble of making the first move...

Hell no.

I launched myself backward into my room and shut the door, then laid back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling.

What a way to start my new life.

That night, it was just me and my mom for dinner.

Alright, so every night it's just me and my mom for dinner.

Now, don't go expecting some sob story about how my dad was some jackass that left when I was four, or he was some amazing guy that died during a very important year of my life, thus creating an unwarranted but certainly understandable hatred and anger toward the world. It's not like that. My dad is a good man who has made some mistakes in his life, one of which was marrying my mother. He got her pregnant, so he did the responsible thing and married her. They weren't in love, though, so a couple years ago, the two of them sat me down and explained the whole deal. Yeah, I was reasonably upset, but I got over it. Besides, Mom and I are happy together.

Well, for the most part we're happy. Except for when she does stuff like this:

"So why didn't you come over this afternoon? The Haradas have a son, and he's really cuuuute..." She waved her fork at me with a knowing smile, to which I replied with a roll of my eyes. "Oh, don't even pretend you're not desperate, Riku," she said in a flat voice, dropping the cutesy act.

I put down my fork and just looked at her. "Ya know what, Mom? It's times like these when I regret telling you I'm gay."

"I'm hurt, I'm crushed," she replied in a monotone voice, smirking. "Now eat your porkchop and get to bed."

Okay, so one would think that such a lovely, clearly expensive house would have good air conditioning. I mean, all that money can't just go into the sheer size of it. Quality had to come into play somewhere, right?

But then again, maybe the size makes it hard to circulate the cold air throughout the whole house. I get the feeling that a windtunnel might not have enough power to make it through all these vents...

Well, and... One would expect to be hot and kinda sweaty after jerking off... But shhh. Although I didn't really give myself a chance to get changed and washed up. So up I got, and to the dresser. Heck yes, my silk PJ pants were clean...

My eyes found the sky outside my balcony as I changed. Why does one have to trade the light of the stars for city lights? As if they're equal at all. City dwellers get majorly jipped. And here, we weren't even in the actual city, so the only way to see those lights is to stand on your roof and squint. Fair? I think not.

Oh... But God decided to compensate... or overcompensate... Nothing makes up for the loss of a natural wonder more than gaining another natural wonder. In the form of my gorgeous half-naked next-door neighbor.

He only had the little light beside his bed on, but it was enough to let me see in his room, and it reflected in the most warm, beautiful way off of the tanned skin of his back. He wasn't overly muscular, and not bony. Like... a swimmer. I think Kairi might have mentioned that he surfed. But no matter what the reason for this perfection, I was mesmerized. Sora lowered his head, and the muscles in his shoulders strained a bit, drawing my eyes up from their feverish wandering. Just the tiniest movement, and I was hooked.

I hadn't realized that my room was across the divider thingie from Sora's, but Lordy was I grateful. Well, for that and the fact that he forgot to close his curtains. However, my silent prayers of gratitude were interrupted when Sora hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his jeans and pulled the material down off of his hips. My eyes widened just a little more when I realized that he'd taken his boxers with them. All the blood in my head went to my cheeks, and all the blood in the rest of my body went lower. How, in God's name, could anyone be so perfect? That skin, shoulders, hair, eyes... Wait, eyes!

Sora had turned, probably to make sure that nasty guys like me weren't looking in his window, and now those brilliant blue eyes were widened in shock and embarrassment. His whole face was red as he dove out of sight, then closed the curtains without making himself seen again.

I threw myself back into bed and stared up at my ceiling, begging my mind to forget what I'd seen, so that Sora's efforts to keep his body hidden might have been effective. He didn't seem the type to – wait.

'He didn't seem the type'? Since when did I know what type he was?

Well, in any case, I wanted to erase this night and start over with Sora, in a way that was more... honest, and less creepy.

And of course, to add insult to injury...

These PJ pants were a lot tighter than they'd started out.

Alright, so two chapters down. Yes, they're short, but they'll be longer later, promise.

As always, reviews are a girl's best friend.

Catch ya later.