I need to know, should there be a lemon between Sora and Riku? And oh! Guess who finally figured out the complete ending of the story!

Sora waited in the lobby of Dr. Sephiroth's office. It had a little fish tank on one wall, and a magazine rack on the othe. There was a couch, a padded bench, 4 chairs, and a table. Then there was the nurse's desk. Sora stared at the nurse. She looked kind of old, around 60. She had fading red hair and sharp glasses that sat on the brim of her nose. She was reading one of those cheesy romance novels and clicking her long red fingernails. Click, click, click, Sora felt like he was going insane. Which was rather appropriate for a psychiotrist's office. He turned his head to look at the other three occupants of the room. There was Saria, his mom. Her long brown hair with highlighted bangs tied back in a pony tail. She looked nervouse, but what about? Sora wondered. Was she nervouse for him? Was she nervouse for herself? Did she also not like the clicking nails? Next to his mom was another woman, about her age. She had faded blonde hair in a braid. She had a tired look on her face and her brown eyes kept glancing at the boy across from Sora, who was currently reading a magazine. 'Must be his mom,' thought Sora.

The boy would never glance up, in fact, except for the occasional flick of the thumb to change the page, he didn't move at all. His blonde hair was shockingly bright. Sora could see that he probably spent enough time at the beach for his skin was tan. He really wanted to see the boy's eyes. He had found lately, that eyes could hold the entire person.

With a soft creak, the door by the nurse opened and Sora caugh a glimpse of a pale hand beckoning to her. She turned and listened to what must have been a low whisper.

"Roxas Nozomi?" she called, her voice sounding rather nasely and high pitched. The boy across from Sora rose and looked at her, unmoving. Finally, Sora could see his eyes. They were a brilliant blue, like his own, but a different shade... lighter, almost the color of the sky in the early morning. He could almost see traces of leftover sunset in them. The woman across from Saria made a moving gesture with her hands.

"Go on Roxas. I'm right here." Roxas nodded and stepped inside the door the nurse was currently holding open for him. The door closed with a soft thud, and she went back to clicking her nails. Sora finally decided to get a magazine.

There were ones on animals, on gaming, on clothes, Time, Life, People, health magazines, family magazines. Everything. They had a big magazine rack. Sora chose the one the boy had been reading, hoping to figure out a little bit about him. It was called Xtreme. This month was featuring skateboarding. Sora thought about the abandoned skateboard in his room and flipped open the magazine. In it were interveiws with famous skatboarders, tips and tricks for beginners (Sora payed special attention to these) latest models, etc. He looking at the pictures of a person going very high off a ramp, it looked like fun.

The hour flew by (Saria had gotten the times mixed up, and once they got there there was no point in turning back she said) and Sora had moved on to two more magazine ones. One on animals (He liked the pictures!) and one on video games (he wanted some suggestions for new games) when finally, the door creaked open and Roxas stepped out, stoic as ever. His mom stood up and they left. Sora stared at Roxas the entire time from the corner of his eyes. He was sure Roxas had glanced at him. He really wanted to know why Roxas was here.

"Sora La Mort?" asked the receptionist, Sora stood up, unsure if he was supposed to anwser to that name. His mom had called him Sora Nasumi. He glanced over at her and she was almost pinned back into her chair with shock. He blinked, what was with her?

"I'm sorry," said his mother, "Its Nasumi, could you please change it?" the receptionist made a grumble about not telling her anything and then opened the door for Sora.

Sora stepped into what seemed to be a study. There was a large bookcase, chairs, a couch, a closet. Notebooks everywhere, a desk, a tv, a ps2 and a gamecube? The door closed behind him and Sora jumped around to see at first who he thought was Riku, but then he noticed this man was older, his silver hair longer.

"Hello Sora," he said with a smile, "I'm Dr. Sephiroth, but please, call me Seph." Seth huh?'Trying to get all cozy and become best pals? Not likely, thought Sora staring at him with distrust. Seth's smile stayed put, "Why don't you have a seat,over there," said Seth pointing to the couch. Sora walked over cauciously and sat down on the couch, Seth sat down o one of the chairs. "So Sora, tell me about yourself,"

"I can't." Seph's eyebrows arched.

"Why? Afraid? Don't worry, but I'll go first in case your nervouse. My name is, according to my name slate, Dr. Sephiroth, but I encourage my friends to call me Seph," So we're friends now? "I like video games, my job, archery, paintballing, biking, and hiking. My favorite color is black and my favorite genres of books and movies are horror." Sounds like this guy nees a psychiatrist, "So, please, feel free to tell me about yourself."

"I can't,"

"Why not? Try,"

"No, I mean I really can't. I don't know myself. I don't remember myself." said Sora after a few seconds pause. It was true though, just think about this morning...

/flashback/

Sora dug through his drawer. What in there was good to wear? He looked like the freakin American flag with all of his red white and blue clothes. He didn't something darker, black... he didn't own any black clothes. Geez, old Sora was a geek.

"Mom!"

"What Sora?"

"Do I have any black clothes at all?"

"No! We'll go shopping tomorrow, just wear what you have!" Sora didn't like what he had. They weren't his they were Old Sora's. He looked in his closet until he found something black. It looked like a halloween costume. Black puffy pants with torn ends, black button up shirt with vampirc like colar. It had black wings on the back and gray gloves. He also found what he assumed was a pumpkkin mask a make up. He tore the wings off and wore the costume. Sure, it looked weird, but it wasn't so... Old Sora...

/end flashback/

Seph nodded, "Ok then, what would you like to talk about?" Sora shrugged. He didn't really want to talk about anything.

"I just want to go home." Seph nodded again.

"Ok, lets go with that." Sora raised his eyebrows in question. Go with what? "What do you want besides going home?" Sora thought for a second... 'What do I want? Hmmm...' for some reason whenever the word went through his ears, an image of Riku appeared in his mind. But he wasn't about to tell "Seph" that. Seph inched clsoer to himand slung an arm around his shoulder. The hair at the back of Sora's neck was prickling. "C'mon Sora, tell me." he said in a really low voice.

Sora practically knocked Sephiroth over while jumping away from him. A memory twinged at the back of his mind. He shoved it back.

"Don't touch me!" he said through clenched teath. Seph raised his hands.

"OK, ok, now I have an idea of what to go on." Sora had no idea what that meant but he was still teeth grinding mad. He sat back down on the opposite side of the room from Seph.

"Don't ever do that again," he said more evenly. Seph nodded. "And can I go?" he asked, already heading towards the door.

"You can... but your mother paid for a full hour, do you really want to waste her money?" Sora begrudgingly sat down. Not wanting to waste the money of a woman who had been so kind to him.

"So I get the feeling I awoke something when I touched you..." Sephiroth began. Sora crossed his arms and looked down.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Fine, what do you want to talk about?" in response Sora turned his chair towards the wall. Sephiroth sighed. "This kid is worse than Roxas." he muttered, "Roxas at least managed to say 'Fuck off':

Riku sat in his room staring out towards Sora's house. They used to talk to each other from their windows. He wondered if they would do it again. This new Sora... it was like starting over. It scared him, but it intrigued him. He liked this new Sora as much as the last. Heck, it was still Sora to him. The Sora he had envisioned for a while, without really meaning too. He just wanted to grab him. ush him against the wall, and kiss the living daylights out of him. Sadly, Hiro had warned against that. Hiro had warned against any physical contact with Sora for a while, he was still very fragile.

RIIINGGG RRRINNGGG! rang the phone downstairs.

"I'll let mom get it," muttered Riku from under a pillow.

"RIKU! ITS FOR YOU! HIRO'S ON THE LINE!" Riku sighed.

"GOT IT MOM!" he reached his arm over to grab the phone, "Dude, you made me move," Hiro laughed,

"Then I guess Sora isn't with you because you would be doing a lot more moving!" Hiro had noticed that when Riku was around Sora in the hospital, he couldn't stop twitching his eye, or tapping his finger (A/N:What were you thinking he was talking about?).

"No, Sora's at a psychiatrist's. Sephytoff or something." There was a sudden crash on the other line, almost as if Hiro had dropped something.

"Sephiroth?" Riku nodded, then realized that Hiro couldn't see him,

"Yeah..."

"RIku, as I am trying to be a psychologist, I should warn you I've heard of Dr. Sephiroth... and he has some pretty weird ways..."

"Like?"

Sephiroth held up a picture of a almost naked man and a almost naked woman.

"So Sora, tell me which one you think is more attractive..."

Ehhhh... sorry it took so long... :)