A/N:
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Disclaimer: o-o I own Syra. Not Riku. -sob-

The next day was a Saturday.

I sat on my doorstep, debating. It was a sunnier day.

Why won't I leave?

I haven't fed on anyone. I can't just break the chain.

So...just take someone. There's nothing stopping you.

"Yes there is," I sighed, and sat back, putting my hands out for support.

"Are you talking to yourself?" Riku walked over. I glared at him. "Why are you here??"

"You ditched the rest of school the other day." He sat down next to me. I sighed again. "Go away, I'm not in the mood."

"For what?"

"You."

"Oh." He laughed. "Too bad."

"Yeah yeah, I'm not gonna get rid of you that easily...I heard it all already."

Riku smiled. "You're funny." He punched me playfully in the arm.

"Seriously. Go away."

"You can't rid of me so eaaasilyyyy..." he said.

I shoved him off the doorstep, and stood up to see him in a pile of now-dead flowers. "I rid of you." I walked back into my house.

The door was silent a moment, but I didn't get down the hall before there was a knock on it. I rolled my eyes and walked back to the door. I opened it.

He was there, smiling. "I think you owe me, after that."

"I owe you nothing." I shut the door.

Another knock.

"Let's go see something!!"

I stared at the door. He hadn't even waited for me to open it.

"...Like what?" I asked, still not opening the door. Then I asked myself why I hadn't just refused.

"I dunno, a movie?"

"What movie?" Again, I asked myself why I wasn't just refusing.

"Any movie."

I opened the door. "What kind of movies do you like?" he asked me.

I stared at him a moment, then replied, "I...haven't been to a movie in a while."

"So you'll go?"

"Um," I thought a moment. "Fine." I stepped out the door. We walked down my driveway, to the road. "How'd you get here?"

"I walked," he replied. "I live a street over."

"How convienient," I muttered. "Where's the movies?"

"We're not gonna walk there," he said. "We'll take something."

"I still hate you, you know."

Riku nodded. "Mm-hmm." He looked me over. "You still haven't fed, have you?"

I shook my head. "I ate something, though. I guess the nutrients effected me a little..."

"My God, you don't eat?"

I blinked, and slowly shook my head. Riku laughed. "So you're anerexic?"

"I'm not," I glared at him.

"You are."

"I'm not." I insisted.

"Okay," he said, "but will you at least let me buy you something at the movies? A candy, smoothie, popcorn...something?"

"If it'll make you shut up." I muttered. He turned. We walked down another road a little, then turned again and walked down what I assumed was his road.

"I'll only shut up for a little bit."

"Well, it's a start."

We walked halfway down the street, then he stopped at what I took to be his house. It was big, mansion big. He grinned, and lead me into the garage.

"We'll take this," he said, turning on the light. It was a red motorcycle, chrome, reflecting the light. I gulped. "Um."

"Ain't it great? I bought it with my "college" money." He laughed. "I just replaced it with a bit of my enharitance."

"You...you're a freaking wealthy man!!" I cried.

Riku laughed some more. "That's the first time I've heard you say anything like that, Syra." He put his arm around me and led me down to the motorcycle. "Whatever has gotten into you?"

"You're a bad influence," I managed, caught up in the fact that he was leading me to a motorcycle. "L...Let me go." I shoved him away.

"You're shy," He smirked.

"You're useless," I retorted.

"Onto the motorcycle with you," he picked me up and put me on.

"WHA...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I screamed, falling off in the process. Riku cracked up. "This is a side of you I've never seen, Syra!! You really do cut loose on the weekends, don't you?"

"Cut loose?! You...you just..." I folded my arms and stood up. "I'm leaving." I made my way past him. He grabbed the back of my shirt. "Oh no you don't. You owe me, remember? You tore my shirt." He pointed to the sleeve of his shirt, which, indeed, was ripped.

"Buy yourself a new one, you have enough money." I said, walking around him. He stepped in front of me, a playful gleam in his eye.

"No," I said, trying to get around again. And, he stopped me. "Not this game..."

"C'mon," he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. "You're not leaving, unless it's from this motorcycle,"

"I...uh..." it was the first time in a long time I was at a loss for words. "I don't want to go."

"It wasn't that a few minutes ago,"

"It was always that."

"Then why didn't you just refuse in the first place?" he was still pushing me to the motorcycle.

"Because...b-because..."

"Because you liiiike me, because you liiiiike me..." Riku sang.

"I don't!!" I cried. "Stop...stop...I-I don't want to go..."

"Ooooh," Riku stopped. "You don't like me?"

"Of course not. Why would I? I told you before, I hate you."

Riku grinned smugly. "Methinks the lady doth protest too much."

"I--what?" I asked. Riku kept smiling. "And the lady doth beith blushing," he tapped my shoulders, and I fell back, dazed, onto the motorcycle.

"I'm not...I'm not blushing."

"Oh, you are." He laughed. I scowled.

"Look, Syra." He said, rummaging through a box. "I'll leave you alone for the rest of the weekend if you just go to the movies with me." He tossed me a helmet, and strapped one on.

I looked at the helmet in my hands, debating. "Promise?" I asked finally.

"Of course," Riku said. "Why on Earth would I lie to you?"

"Because you're a back-stabbing no-good moron," I said bluntly. "Who's a bad influence,"

"Aw, you're too kind." Riku said, getting on the motorcycle in front of me. "But come Monday..." he laughed. I groaned, and he sped off.