A/n: As you all know, I'm a horrible person filled with excuses. I'd like to spout them out at you, but they're so...ugh. They're so not a big deal I'm not going to bother with it. Though I did learn I can't write two things at once. So, you'll be seeing a one-shot up in about a week or so, and that should stop most of the stalling on 'Worth It'. On a brighter side, we almost have sixty reviews! You guys rock so hard, you don't even know.

In celebration of me turning 18 this chapter gets dirty. Yes, there's come citrus going on. Hopefully, I'll have the guts to do it again...

Disclaimer: Don't want it, don't own it, don't sue me.

I'd figured that after I got together with Riku, the dreams would stop. You know, seeing as I would have some form of outlet for all that pent up sexual deviousness. Instead they got worse, so much worse.

I'm at my favorite place in the whole wide world, Riku's basement, lying on the most amazing couch ever. It's dilapidated, and the springs dig into my back, but it's still the most comfortable thing in the universe. I use to be small enough to fit perfectly, but now my legs are bent and hanging off the arm rest. The space heater is close by, my feet feeling like they're in hot white sand, not in the air, and I have to keep my legs bent awkwardly to avoid burning my toes.

My eyes slowly start to drift close, and the ceiling swims over me as my eyes glaze over. Bliss, utter bliss. I wiggle down, and can feel my shirt riding up, but pay no to attention to it, trying to get warmer. My chest cold in comparison to me feet. Slowly, the heat rises, and snakes its way up my body. I grin, as my eyes finally shut. A stupid smile on my face, toes now feeling blissfully hot.

I love warmth. I spend almost all of my summer outdoors in my lawn, lying there. I can almost forget that its February, not July. That I have to go to school, work, and that there's five feet of snow on the ground. To me, its summer, and I'm in the grass, perfectly at peace with the world. I wonder where we'll be going on vacation this year, and if we can take Riku. Maybe up to a lake. That'd be nice.

My feet are starting to burn, and I bend my legs, pushing them upward until my feet are flat on the arm rest. I slide down some more, readjusting myself, shirt traveling even further up, coming to rest somewhere between my just bellow my chest. My arms were now stretched out behind me, and if I adjusted myself just so, I could hear my back crack. Shuttering, I did the same with my neck and toes. My mom blamed this bad habit for my short stature.

I was perfectly comfortable when a sudden a new weight materialized on top of me. When I open my eyes I'm no longer splayed out on a couch, but lying in that field I chased Riku through on my birthday. It's summer, not February at all, and I can hear birds and cicadas chirping. A shadow looms over me before I realize that the weight is Riku, who is straddling my hips, staring down at me thoughtfully.

I lean up, propping myself up on my elbows, staring at him. When his eyes met mine I trembled, which causes him to raise his pale eyebrows. I always wondered how his hair was so fair, I mean, he's Asian. Isn't he? As if reading my thoughts, he grins or smirks. One or the other, I can never tell with him. Though I'm pretty certain it's a smirk.

Slowly, his hands come to rest at the edge of my shirt, which is still sitting higher than it should be. Riku's fingers play with the hem before poking their way underneath, and up. He's touching me, and he's never done it like this before. Normally he's a bit tense, weary even. Not quite sure of himself. It's almost like he's waiting for me to sprout breasts at any moment. But not now, now he knows where to go, and where to touch.

I'm already squirming against him. Riku's smirk only widens as he tweaks and pulls in some places, and smoothes and rubs in others. His eyes don't stray from mine, which is also unusual. Riku has always tended to his work before hand, never really enjoyed it. When his hand's leave I'm too upset by their disappearance, because I know it will only progress from there, that something better will replace them.



I'm still sitting propped up on my elbows, and Riku's still on top of me. It's hard to balance myself out as he attempts to pull of my shirt, but we somehow manage it. His hand pushes me down into the foliage, and it's prickly to say the least. Prairie grass and weeds digging into my back, and I know when I get up again they'll leave in impression. Riku's mouth now takes up his hands' previous role. Only now its bites and licks. It feels better than his hands, I am enjoying it more. I can feel him grin against me as he pulls out rather elongated moans from me.

His hands are back to work, lower now. My zipper is made quick work of, and the button soon follows suit. He gains my attention by pinching my hip, and I automatically raise them for him. This would be the part where Riku would start having doubts. The top half of my body wasn't too different from his previous adventures, but the bottom part was a whole different story.

My pants are gathered up at my ankles, and I couldn't get very far if I needed to make a quick escape. They would trip me up faster than I could kick them off. Not that I wanted to escape. I was perfectly content with this new confident version of Riku.

I could feel his eyes on me and I shuddered a bit. Riku would've never taken a good look down there before. Normally he'd just shut his eyes and concentrate on something more familiar, like my lips or my neck. Now he was drinking in the sight, and that only made me more excited, maybe I'd finally get the release I was looking for. I was half hard, and already aching. He was studying me intensely, the smirk gone from his face.

Riku licked his lips, still staring, and I could've died then and there. I heard a whimper rise from my mouth, pleading for him to do something, anything he wanted. He only stares harder.

"Please…, Riku." I shouldn't have to beg him. A part of me thought he was going on some sick power trip and that maybe he'd get off on not doing anything. By leaving me here to pant and want. "I-if you're not going to do an-anything." My arms, which had been lying uselessly next to me the whole time snaked up and reached out. His fingers caught my wrist, stopping my progress.

The smirk returned. I moaned.

A hand came up that wasn't my own and finally touched. He was fisting me through my boxers and I was already moaning his name. This wasn't something he'd ever done to me. Normally I was the one who instigated any intimate contact, but now he was finally returning the favor. I would've loved to just be able to close my eyes and enjoy it, but Riku's were locked onto mine, and it would've felt wrong to do so. His head was bent, lowered not too far away from mine. If I were to lurch forward, we would've bumped heads.

My arms were tired of being useless, and I was still flat on my back. I raised them and dug my fingers into Riku's hair. Effectively tangling them, and I knew it'd take some form of coherent thought to figure out how to get them back out again. I don't think I'd ever seen his eyes up this close before. They were the weirdest color in the world.

"Aaah!"



A finger had accidentally found its way through the hole in my boxers. Riku paused for a second before he pinches my hip for a second time. I raise my hips through my whimpers as he now pulls down my boxers.

He takes his eyes off of mine for the first time in a while, and I have to sit up to get the full effect. He's staring down, eyes wide. I'm still panting, and tense from before, but can't help but to appreciate the sight. Him gazing longingly down at me.

Riku's whole body is shifting down, occasionally scraping against my naked form. I spread my legs to make room for him, and now legs are replaced by hands as he leans over my hips. A few more inches and he'd be hovering right above me.

When he does I become even more excited, his eyes snap back to mine as he lowers his head down. I can't help the anticipating moan that escapes from my mouth, hips rising to meet him. Riku's eyes are still on mine as he mouth opens, and his head sud-

"SORA!"

"FUCK!" My mom was already outside my door yelling. Swearing was one of the biggest 'no-no's' in our household. Sure, I could get away with fooling around with Riku, but as soon as the f-bomb was dropped… She was drifting in and out of Italian, and it was hard for even me to keep up with her.

Downstairs my dad started yelling too, they argued for a few seconds, though both seemed to slip in a scold at my 'potty mouth' every now and then. Finally, my mother descended down the stairs. I had half a mind to fall back asleep, to rejoin Dream!Riku in my sleep. Knowing I'd have to face my mother's wrath however I didn't entertain the thought for too long.

I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes. I'd gotten less than five hours of sleep; reruns had never been so tempting. My head flopped forward of its own accord, as if my neck was too tired to hold it up by itself. I groaned at the sight that met me.

"Perfect." A tent, a freakin' tent. That's just perfect. Mom was yelling at me again, telling me I to get up. Then dad was yelling at me as well.

"Sora! We've got to go see your Nonna! It's her eighty-seventh birthday!" I balked. If my mother was one hundred and ten percent Italian, my Nonna was two hundred and twenty percent Italian. Sunken face, big nose, flabby arms and white hair up in a tight bun. She is so stereotypical it's frightening.

Now mom was getting on my case about what time it was.

"Due! Due, Sora, Due!"

"Mama!"

"Prigo! Due...Dice Mama..."

"Maa!"



"Sora!" My father interrupted my mother's rant. "We're leaving, meet us at the restaurant at five."

"Yeah, sure."

"Sora…don't be late. She's turning eighty-seven for God's sake." The garage door slammed, it was one of those reinforced 'outside' doors. The tent twitched.

"Mary, Paul and Joseph…" A shower was defiantly in order. A nice, long, cold shower. It twitched again.

My parent's bathroom was normally off limit to me. My mom said I always stole their towels and forgot to clean up after myself. What really made their shower so tempting is that they had just redone their bathroom. There was a bench, and like five adjustable showerheads. It was heaven. A heaven I didn't normally have access to.

I had to pick the lock and grab one of my own towels, but I made it inside and turned the faucet on. The water pressure was amazing compared to my crappy shower-head. I quickly stripped, minding my little friend, and hopped in. Steam was already collecting on the glass walls. I bypassed the idea of a cold shower and opted for a hot one instead.

I settled myself down on the bench, steam collecting to my skin and hair, weighing me down. I felt like I was moving through molasses. I could've fallen back asleep, I'm not really sure. My hand drifted down and I grabbed myself.

Normally I liked to toy with myself, pretending that it was Riku. I liked to elongate my pleasure, pushing and pulling, keeping myself teetering on the edge. Maybe I was a bit of a masochist? Today however, I wanted to get it over with quick. I'd already tarnished my mental image of Riku enough for one day.

Still, I couldn't help it when Riku snuck back into my head. The way he had looked me in the eyes haunted me. How his mouth had quirked up into that signature smirk of his. But what I focused on the most was the fact that he'd actually touched me. Touched me where I always hoped he would, actually knew what he was doing and enjoyed it himself.

My toes were curling of their own accord and my hips rose off the seat. I was panting and my hair was sticking to my neck. Even with my eyes clenched shut and my hand pumping all I was seeing was Riku. Watching me, just looking, and it was really all I needed.

"Nnngh." I didn't cum as hard as I normally do. Then again, I got this over with faster then I normally do. I had gym first hour with Riku, gym is awkward enough without an erection. However, hanging out with an eighty-seven year old shouldn't cause any problems and I should be good for the day. That is unless Riku somehow manages to sneak into my brain again.

I defiantly need a shower now.

What with cum all over my stomach and my hair matted to my neck and head. I adjusted the multiple shower heads at me; I had to lower it a bit. My dad must've been the last one to use it. He was a good head taller than me. I totally got my height from my mother, I was only an inch or so taller than her.



Sometimes I wished I had a sister. All that frou-frou stuff that Riku has in his shower was a luxury. In our super shower there was only one bar of soap, a razor covered in my mom's hair, and a bottle of two-in-one shampoo plus conditioner. It doesn't even have a scent to it. Riku's sisters have turned their shower into a rainbow of fanciful crap that I could only dream of using. Rinni had offered once to take me to a spa with her. I almost took her up on the offer until I saw the look of absolute horror Riku was giving me. That'd be the last step of ruining my manly reputation with him.

Riku had four sisters making him the youngest of five; he was the only boy and the baby of the family to boot. I would've killed to have one sibling, and Riku would love to get rid of his. Rinni was a sophomore in college and my favorite by far. If Riku suddenly became unavailable I'd have to ask her to marry me instead. I couldn't wait for her to come back from Colorado for spring break. Riku hated Rinni, she was a bit too much for him to handle sometime, and I loved her for it.

The first thing I did was to wash my hair and I ran into some troubles. For some reason I always get soap in my eyes, I don't tilt my head back enough or something. Blinded, I groped for a towel I knew would be hung on the towel rack next to the shower. I had to lean outside the shower not really knowing what direction I was going and it took awhile for me to actually find a towel. But I managed it eventually and wiped my eyes.

I scrubbed my body down next, still feeling sticky from my previous activites. Some of the sweat and cum had already disappeared down the drain, but there was enough left over for me to still feel more than a little dirty. I scrubbed absentmindedly away at my skin making sure to get behind my ears and everywhere else my mom had always reminded me to wash.

A minute later I was toweling off and sidestepping Pluto in an attempt to make it into my room. I changed into a fresh t-shirt and a pair of loose pajama pants. There was no point in getting dressed for the day; I'd only have to change later.

Pluto followed me downstairs as I slipped in a DVD Riku had lent me. Riku's dad was really into James Bond and we had been slowly making our way through all of them. However, Riku could only take so many escapades before getting bored and sent me home with a few DVDs to watch by myself.

The next on my list was Goldfinger. I'm pretty sure that Riku had a man-crush on Sean Connery because he'd been in almost all of the movies we'd watched so far. Pluto jumped up onto the couch next to me, a luxury he had only when my parents were out of the house, much like me and the shower. He curled himself up into a ball and was already drifting off to sleep by the time the movie had started.

I honestly had no idea what I was going to be in for and was more than a little freaked that they actually got away with naming the female lead 'Pussy Galore'.

"Really?" Pluto raised his eyebrows and sighed, probably upset that I interrupted his sleep. "Really."

I somehow doubted you could die from being painted gold. Didn't they cover that on some TV show? Maybe if you were plated in gold, like, dipped into a vat and left to harden. Then again, being dipped into molten gold should've done the trick. What is the melting point of gold? I can't be too high; I've bent a pair of my mom's earrings just by stepping on them.



By the time the last credit had rolled by it was time to get a move on. I stood up and stretched, scratching my neck slightly. I attempted to pull Pluto off the couch, but he somehow managed to shift back onto the couch without moving much at all. I gave him up as a lost cause, that's what I got for forcing him up on the couch as a puppy.

I changed my clothes. I didn't think PJ pants and a t-shirt would be 'suitable'. I somehow doubted my grandmother would appreciate me sporting a shirt that had a ketchup stain on it, especially on her eighty-seventh birthday. I picked out a rather simple dress shirt and nice 'slacks'.

The Nissan was sitting in the driveway just as always and I slide in. The cab was freezing but I attempted to suck it up as I flipped on the heat and backed out. Music hit my ears from the CD player and I strummed my fingers on the steering wheel to the familiar beat.

I arrived late to the restaurant and had to be shown where my fussy family was sitting. While I might've been an only child the rest of my family certainly didn't follow that rule.

My Nonna was my father's mother. She had six children, my father being her fourth son. There was my Uncle Geno, my Uncle Dino, and my Uncle Joseph. She also had twin girls, Aunt Celia and Aunt Lucia. Geno had three kids, Dino had four, Joseph had two, Celia had three and Lucia had two. Plus their husbands and/or wives plus my father, my mother, and I made a total of thirty-seven Italians. I had four second cousins, and five of my cousins were married. I really hope I hadn't left anybody out.

Thirty-seven Italians vs. one Chinese restaurant. FIGHT!

I could hear my Nonna yell at me as I took the only available seat between my mother and my cousin Tony. I hated sitting next to Tony, he always found a way to make the worst possible jokes. Not because they were bad, but because they were downright offensive. My newfound sexuality had been a point he liked to touch on every time we had a family gathering. I mean, the guy is almost thirty and still living with his parents, it's not like he had any room to talk.

One of my other cousins, Selphie, waved ecstatically at me. Selphie was positively thrilled with me being gay. To her, my being gay was like the second coming of Jesus. She actually asked if she could take photos of me and Riku once. I politely declined.

Mom was leaning in towards me, ready to scold the living daylights out of me when my grandma suddenly started yelling offensive slang at our waiters. Geno, her favorite by far, was sitting on her right and already apologizing for her. He calmed Nonna down in less than five seconds, a record. The waiters must've gotten the gist what she was yelling, even if it was in Italian, because we were served in the next five minutes.

It was a hodgepodge of limbs all seemingly reaching for the same thing. I held back, Chinese food wasn't exactly my favorite. Poor little Jessica wasn't getting anything she wanted at all.

"I want that eggroll mama!"

"Score!" Okay, what fun is it to take food from a five year old? Jesus Christ people get a life. And now she's crying. Brilliant. Tony, you're my hero… Luckily one of my other cousins, Robbie, stole it from his 

brother's plate and gave it to Jessica. Seeing the eggroll finally in her possession she instantaneously became quiet.

I felt sorry for our waiters, truly I do. I doubted we'd even tip them nicely. Though I suppose we had enough people at the table they added it in automatically. Still, it wouldn't be enough for all the therapy they were gonna need after this. Poor poor…

I twitched. My head snapped around and followed the movement of one of our waiters as he grabbed a few discarded platters. Focused on the plane between his shoulders, I watched him until he disappeared around a corner. Oh.

Oh.

Oh shit.

Figuring it'd be too weird if I continued to ogle somebody who wasn't there anymore I decided to distract myself by stuffing my face. Crab wanton anybody? Why thank you Tony! I'll gladly stuff my face with some deep-fried Fakese food! Too kind, too kind.

Sweet Jesus, it was like an orgasm in my mouth. I love me some good 'ol American-Chinese food. From down the table Selphie was giggling. Leon, another cousin, was eyeing me oddly from across the table. I glared back at him. Yeah, I know your secret, Squall, least you could do was let me enjoy my deep-fried goodness. He looked away. That's right, look away.

I've gone crazy.

Our waiter was back, this time setting down some new dishes. I was too busy watching how his hip popped out to one side to notice that I had sweet-and-sour sauce dripping down my cheek. He was doing the bunny-dip. Dear Lord save me.

No, I haven't been watching too much "Girls Next Door"…

I watched him disappear around the corner again. Selphie was giggling even louder now and half of our family tried to hush her. Because God knows, we can't have that. The fighting over the food, sure! The offensive slang, you go grandma! But a case of the giggles, for shame Selphie, for shame. These people should seriously consider getting their priorities checked.

Staring at hot waiters, now that's something everybody can condone.

"Sora," giggle-snort ", you know him?"

"Who?"

"Never mind." More giggles.

Why the hell was I even checking out the waiter? I've never ever checked anybody out except for Riku. Oh poor Riku, sitting alone at home all by himself in his lone solitude, while I eye-rape poor helpless 

waiters. He'll never forgive me. And since when am I promiscuous? I thought I would've had to worry about Riku straying, not me.

Seriously though, why? I'm happy with Riku. I like being with him. Was this a sex thing? Was this all because I was currently not getting laid and my subconscious thought Hot!Waiter could fix that? I mean, in a normal relationship I'd be saving myself until marriage. But seeing as how that's illegal, I'm pretty sure it means I'm free to screw around with anybody I want. Though I'm pretty darn sure the whole concept of that was "save yourself for the one you love". Not "screw random strangers into the wall".

Well, I'm sure the actual concept was "don't waste your virginity hoe-bag, than you're worth nada". I wonder how much my parents could sell me for. Maybe three cows, if they got lucky. And found a pervert wanting a boy for a wife. How much does a cow translate into today's currency? Or is that not the point? Is the point you could use the cow to make cheese, or something like that?

Kairi would know. She's smart; some dirty old pervert would trade horses for her or something. Horses are more expensive than cows, right?

Oh God, he's back again. I greedily watched the underside of his wrist. His skin was far paler then anybody else's present. He lifted up a plate and stacked another and another on top of it. He was truly a master at his art. The sexy, sexy art of stacking plates.

I'm so past the point of making sense. He leaned over me to grab Leon's cup, and I got a good look at his torso. Good enough for me; screw the fact he's wearing a jacket. When he pulled back, plates still balanced in one hand, a cup in another, his arm brushed against my shoulder. I had to stop myself from jumping up in surprise. He would've lost all his plates, I would've looked like a spazz, and our bill would've been even larger.

Bravo for my small bit of self-control.

He disappeared around the corner again and Selphie looks like she's about to pee herself. Leon is still being moody. My mother is currently discussing the finer points of eggplants, and Tony is making young children cry with a snap of his fingers. On top of all his I could still hear my Nonna complaining about our waiters. Translated and made somewhat politically correct, she was wondering why they were all Asian.

I don't know grandma, maybe because we're in a Chinese restaurant!

But back to the question at hand. Why the hell was I checking out our waiter? I mean, besides the fact he was so mind-boggling sexy. Shouldn't I be 'saving myself' for Riku? I went through hell and back just for him to realize I liked him. I made a public spectacle in front of my classmates to get him to see that I, yes, had feelings for him. I scarred young children for life! I've ruined my reputation, and practically damned myself to hell.

All this shit just for the chance of getting into Riku's pants. Okay, not for the chance of getting into Riku's pants. All of that shit because I, yes, loved him. Not in the same way when we were kids, not the same way I felt when we first got together. I loved him in a way where all I wanted to do for the rest of 

my life was hang out on that crappy dilapidated couch and just be with him. When we were kids I loved him like a brother. I adored him, I looked up to him, I thought he was the best thing since silenced bread. When I first figured out I loved him in a sexual way, all I wanted was to pound him into the nearest surface and never stop. I wanted to kiss him, to have him, and keep him away from others. I wanted to posses him in a way nobody else had. Now, I was happy to just have him.

Yes, I wanted to pound him into the nearest surface. And yes, I still think he's the best thing since silence bread. But now, I love him in a way I suppose my parents must love each other. There's a certain sereneness to it. Sure, I know that my parents still…

Okay, stopping myself before. Oh dear Lord. No. Stopping all those thoughts…now.

So why, why am I still thinking about that stupid waiter? That stupid, stupid, super hot waiter?

I excused myself from the table. The combination of my stupid family and that hot waiter had done me in. I was frustrated and turned on all at the same time. This was so stupid. I wanted to curl up and fall asleep, I was ready for tomorrow and it wasn't even six yet. If that meant I had to hide in a bathroom stall and wait this thing out so be it. Maybe my mom will actually think I'm sick and I could get babied tomorrow. That'd be nice.

When I reached the bathroom I had half a mind to lock myself in. I don't know why there are deadbolts on bathroom doors, but there are. I mean, is there like a phobia of pissing with other people around? There has to be, why else would you need a freakin' deadbolt?

I leaned over the sink, and let the water run. Screw the environment. My head slumped forwarded and I rested my forehead up against the mirror. Behind me the door opened and my head snapped up. I didn't turn to look who entered, but just peered at them using the mirror. Oh.

Oh.

Oh shit.

There he was, standing right behind me. I saw got a good look of him for the first time. I felt my heart sink down to my stomach. Oh.

Oh.

Oh shit.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, making me turn around.

"Why are you you?" I asked right back.

"What?"

"I asked you a question."

"I asked you first!"

"Didn't you notice the sea of Italians out there; I'm here with my family." I snapped. "Why are you here?"

"I work here."

"I thought you worked at Bei Jing."

"No, I work here…"

"Obviously."

"Aren't you happy to see me?" He asked coyly, taking a step forward, backing me into the sink. I hit the counter and it dug into my back. When he reached me he hefted me up onto the counter and his hands flew up to the top buttons of my shirt.

"S-stop." I didn't really want him to though. I couldn't help but jump when I felt his lips on my neck. "Riku, my whole family is out there." He pulled back and looked at me. Well, not really. Riku never really looked at me.

"Really?"

"No!" I pulled him back down and latched onto him; legs wrapping around his torso and my hands flew into his hair. "Jesus Christ." I murmured up against his lips before I slammed them against his. Our teeth clanked painfully but I really didn't care.

All the guilt I'd been feeling, the frustration at my family, it all melted away. It started off a lot angrier -well from my side. But it all drained out of me and soon I let go of my fierce grip on him. My legs relaxed and my hands let go of his hair and drifted down to his shoulders. It was languid, soft. When I pulled away my bottom lip seemed very reluctant to come with me.

Riku returned to my neck and I gasped as he bit down on my shoulder. This was all still familiar territory, Riku, at the very least, could handle this much. I knew he was going to heave a hickey, but hopefully the collar of my shirt would cover it up.

Why am I even thinking about this? I've got a gorgeous guy latched onto my neck for Christ's sake!

I pulled him closer to me and my hands drifted down to fly. He lurched away from me, but I wasn't about to give up. I wrapped a finger around his belt loops and dragged him back. Like hell I was going to let him escape.

"S-Sora!" I couldn't help but laugh a little bit as he still tried to pull away. I yanked him back and started to stroke him through his boxers. Riku let out a defeated sigh before he gasped. I continued to cackle as Riku's head slumped on my shoulder. "Sora…"

I could feel him give in. He let go of that barrier he always had up when we actually got down to physical part of our relationship. He was gasping and writhing, and I was enjoying every bit of it. Okay, I'm pretty sure I am a masochist.

And then, the worst possible thing in the entire universe could happen.

Right when Riku was in the middle of a rather prolonged moan, Tony walked in; yes, as in jerk-face Tony. The one who loves to make children cry and makes the horrible jokes… that Tony.

Riku leapt Unfortunately, I came with him, seeing as I was still attached to him.

"Shit!"

"I, I ha-," Riku was stammering and trying to flee. He pulled me off of him and I landed with a loud 'thump'. Tony was already gone, probably attempting to gouge his eyes out with a pair of chopsticks. Riku didn't even wait for me to try to stop him; he was already out the door.

Stranded on the bathroom floor I laughed a bit more. On the bright side of things, I didn't ogle anybody I hadn't ogled before. Maybe I would have to come here more often, I'm sure Selphie would accompany me. I looked down and moaned.

"Didn't I just deal you?" I was stranded on the bathroom floor with an erection, great. Great. Dead kittens, dead kittens, naked nuns. That was the end of that problem… It's nice to know that I can withstand being screamed at in Italian, but dead kittens are major a turn-off.

Screw it. I shook my head. Worth it, so, so worth it. Any time I get Riku to open, even a little bit, is worth it. It doesn't matter if there are parents bursting in on us, dogs jumping on top of us, or in a public bathroom. Worth it.

A/n: I hope this was long enough for you all to not hate me forever. I'm not totally pleased with this chapter, but, it is what it is. I rewrote the ending like five times. No lie.

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