Hi! Here's another chapter, but if I don't update for a while it's 'cuz I never have a moment to myself 'cuz my Dad keeps saying how we have to clean the house and he always finds a way to make up something else for us to do. He's a tyrant. Oh well, here's the new chapter. I hope it's longer than the others. It should be.

Sora just got out of band, (which is his last class) when he saw a very familiar "demonic manifestation of evil".

"You play the flute? You're more effeminate then I thought" he said, advancing on him. "But that makes you all the cuter." That said, our hormonal raged villain closed the space between them.

"Stop that! I hate it when you do things like that. You have no idea how mortifying it is. You always gather so much attention", our beloved brunette said, lightly pushing Riku away. Or trying to. (A/N: If I start phrasing things weirdly, it's 'cuz I just finished the entire Chronicles of Narnia and still have the way they talk in my head.)

"So if we're not in front of people I could do anything I want with you?"

"Not anything you want. -- I mean-- No!"

"Then it's settled. You're coming over to my house tonight."

"What!" Sora's voice could be heard all the way on the other side of the school.

"I said--"

"I heard what you said! No! There's no way I could go over to your house. Besides, my mom would kill me if I don't come home."

Riku seemed to look thoughtful for a moment and Sora thought he had been victorious.

"Then you could call her once you get to my house."

"What about your parents?" He was now panicking and trying to find some way to not go to Riku's house.

"They're gone on a trip and won't be back for months."

"Well-- I-- But-- No!" he sputtered.

"Come on. Get your stuff and let's go."

And somehow Sora found himself at the front door of Riku's humble abode.

"Come on in. The phone's on the table. You'll see it once you're inside." Riku dragged Sora through the door and put him in front of the phone. "I'm going to the bathroom to freshen up. Be out in a minute."

And he left Sora unattended.

'Freshen up? What is he, a woman?' (A/N: No offence to anyone reading this. Please don't kill me.) That current thought lead him to realize that he was, in fact, alone and could make a run for it.

'Now's my chance!' And he made for the door.

To his horror, it was locked.

'When did he do that? He was in front of me the whole time. The only way to lock the door would be to get behind me and lock it. When did he even close the door?' (A/N: Actually, he could have locked the door while he was pushing it open and then timed the swing to push it closed so that after, or while, he was dragging Sora in, he could have swung the door shut without Sora noticing. But he doesn't have to know that.)

He then decided to try the phone. He dialed his number and heard the phone ringing. After the third ring someone picked up.

"Hello?" a voice answered.

"Mom!" Sora practically screamed.

"Oh. Sora, honey. Where are you?"

"I'm at this guy's house and--"

"Oh, honey! I'm glad to hear that you're making friends so quickly."

"No, Mom! You have to come pick me up!" Sora was pretty sure he was screaming now.

"You sound so distressed! Don't worry! You can stay there as long as you want! Don't bother worrying about coming home. Just get your homework done and go to school on time tomorrow."

Sora then realized that his mom's over-all happiness that he loved so much was going to result in him having severe anal damage.

"No! Mom! You don't understand! This guy's--" He was just about to say crazy, when he heard a loud thunk and then the phone went dead.

He suddenly felt that there was a dark presence and slowly looked up.

What he saw chilled him to the very core and made him fear for his very life. Riku was leaning on the other side of the table. He was resting against his left hand and in his right hand, was a butcher knife. There was a deep gash in the wood where the knife had fallen and cut the phone cord. (A/N: Is that what it's called?)

"Watcha doin'?" he asked amiably, waving the knife slightly, so that the light reflected off of it.

"N-Nothing"

"Ya know", he said slowly, looking over the knife, "you gotta pay for that..." He then stroked the knife as if it was the most precious thing in the world. "...With interest."

"W-What?" Sora had the look of true fear in his eyes. Like a man looking his murderer in the face. And that may be exactly the case here.

"But I'm open to suggestions..." He now looked at Sora dead on. "...In bed."

Sora gulped audibly and shakily asked, "Um, how much for the phone cord?"

"$12,435,978,822,615,432,236,104,318,040,032,857,951,500,430,216,891,470,325,016,870,927,48,037,216,907,978,032,046,898,570,582,031,209,417,978,280,324,030,681,975,803,203,210,645,297,898,320,612,980,464,232,537,298,104,987,583,073,203,106,459,788,320,010,519,758,906,456,778,163,625,036,898,681,572,391,749,257,085,601,574,194,025,782,437,658,723,540,124,701,974,925,767,856,394,869,067,286,418,531,245,598,346,078,715,490,908,898,797,176,434,983,534,675,618,980,475,564,761,509,149,068,037,819,079,162,875,643,543." (A/N: Don't ask me how he said it.)

"But you can get them for, like, ten bucks at the store."

"That was my favorite phone cord", he answered simply.

"That doesn't make sense! Who has a favorite phone cord! And where in the world am I gonna get a copper-colored one?"

"That's not copper-colored."

"Then what is it?"

"Blood changes color when it dries." (A/N: Actually, blood changes into a more rusty/brown color when it dries. But he's not saying that blood turns copper-colored, is he? He's just saying that blood changes color when it dries. But Sora doesn't have to know that.)

Sora then turned a few shades paler.

"Oh, don't worry. It's not my blood." (A/N: Riku's so truthful. He'd make any mother proud. sniffles)

Sora suddenly noticed that the knife Riku was holding was covered in blood-- 'Was it always like that?'-- and paled even more.

"Uh... what about the other thing?" Sora asked, never taking his eyes off the horrifying blade and hoping the other thing wouldn't be that dreadful.

"Oh, that? You'll have to be in my bed..."

"That doesn't sound so bad, I guess."

"...For one whole month."

"What?"

"And you don't need your clothes. I'll just end up ripping them off."

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattt?"

"And don't forget the interest."

This is the story that never happened. For if it did happen, my story would lose its story line. But it's a funny possibility, so I wrote it.

One long month later, a very, very, very, tired Sora hobbles into a Wal-Mart Mega-Super-Ultimate Center (not real), on crutches, to buy a wheelchair. (A/N: Makes you wonder, doesn't it?)

He was passing the Halloween section, when he saw certain props for sale. The sign read:

Bloody Knife and Bloody Phone Wire: $1

(Was $2, now $1)

And poor Sora falls over and lands on his butt.

"Riiiikuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Ow."

And just how did Riku get Sora for a whole month? Well, it went something like this:

Riku was using the phone, the same one that got cut, (he'd got the real phone cord) to call a certain someone. This being Sora's mom.

"Hello?"

"Yes. Mrs. Skyra?"

"This is she speaking."

"I'm Riku. Sora's friend?"

"So you're my son's newest friend? Oh, I'm so happy! It's very nice to meet you. Please take care of my Snuggle-Wiggles."

"Of course. But it seems that Sora's terribly sick."

"My poor baby! What's wrong?"

"The doctor said it's a rare and highly contagious disease. I apparently have a genetic immunity to it. So it's okay for me to be near him. I don't want you or anyone else to catch it, so may Sora stay at my house until it's over? The doctor said it'd take a month or so."

"Of course! Anything to help my baby! Sora! Can you hear me! It's Mom! You'll get through this! This young man will take good care of you! Make sure to brush your teeth twice a day and tell your friend to get Ultra Soft Tissue Wipes (I'm not sure if those are real) for your sensitive bottom! And since I'm not there, you'll have to have your friend wash that tricky part under your wee-wee! Sora? Sora? Can you hear me! Mommy loves you! Bye!"

Sora had heard his mom very well. And so did Riku. She had been screaming at the top of her lungs, so you couldn't not hear her. Even on the phone. And I'm sure the neighbors heard it, too.

Sora was completely humiliated and it showed all over his face. Riku, however, looked very amused, and only had this to say:

"Of course I'll help you wash the tricky part under your wee-wee, Snuggle-Wiggles."

Oh, I love this chapter. I made Riku seem a bit mentally unbalanced. Which he may very well be. And don't worry; I'll continue the rest of the real story in the next chapter. I got the wheelchair idea from one of my favorite authors, Asrella. So don't give me any credit for the idea. And I hope you don't consider it as stealing. I just loved the wheelchair thing. I had to put it in. And if you don't get it, ask a perverted friend and maybe they'll know. And I hope you got lots of laughs out of it, too. Please review. I made it so there could be anonymous reviews, so now you don't have an excuse anymore. See ya soon!