Sorry it's been a while.

Enjoy!

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Never again will you sleep without me haunting your every move…

And then my eyes flash open, I'm breathing hard and I don't know why my body is so sweaty when I feel freezing. I attempt to calm down and look about my surroundings.

Wait, this isn't my house. This isn't my room. This isn't my bed. This isn't- oh dear god what the hell is that!

I notice a rather strange form upon the bed. I tentatively poke the said form.

It moves.

Oh shit! It's going to kill me! I think as my body automatically moves far away from the thing.

Whatever it is, it's a tricky poopie head. And a damned poopie head when I'm done with it.

I hear it make funny sounds, kind of like mumbling.

Oh, so it's human. I knew that.

I carefully walk toward the human thing. It moves slightly and I freeze in place. Then it stops moving again and I continue.

Whoever it is must be insane, I will deal with this the proper way…

I grab the nearest object.

A pillow.

Oh yeah, this will work, heh, yeah right.

I grab the next closest thing.

A hockey stick.

Perfect.

I walk up to the human being and it says in a voice I think I know from somewhere before…

"Please don't kill him, it's my fault…"

What's his fault? And of course I'm a curious little child so I creep up to him, close enough to hear his next words…

"Please, not Sora…"

SLAP

"Holy shit!"

Uh oh, oops.

Hey, I know that voice… Riku?

Ooooo, me sorry!

I hear a groan and then a bunch of words all at once.

"Hey-Sora-are-you-ok? I-was-talking-to-you-and-you-just-shut-dow-nright-in-front-of-me-and-I-was-so-worried-cuase-you-weren't-moving-so-I-took-you-to-my-house-and-let-you-sleep-in-my-bed-cause-I-don't-know-where-you-live. And—

SMACK

"Ow…"

Sorry, you just wouldn't shut up and I have no clue what you just said at fifty miles an hour.

I looked at him with cobalt eyes and 'asked' him for a piece of paper.

He gave me a weird look and gave a piece of paper. Then I took out a pen from pocket and wrote in my normal small script,

Where am I? And how come you're here? Where's my house? Why was I in that bed? (But mostly the biggest thing was,) I want to go home…

I hand it over to him and look around. I spot a rather large black and gray teddy bear. I pull it toward me and embrace the bear tightly while he reads my writing.

He peers at me sympathetically scoots closer to me.

"Don't worry, you're at my house, and this is my room. As for your house, we'll go look for that after we find some breakfast for your belly"

He then ruffles my hair with a warm smile and stands up.

I wonder if I look like a child, because apparently I must look adorable.

He stretches and yawns loudly, then offers his hand to me. This time I take it without hesitation.

We enter the hall way and I notice how he's holding my hand. It's a kind, soft hold, but at the same time firm, like he's protecting me, and his hand doesn't feel uncomfortable anymore. Instead it has a rather warm feeling, as if I now knew what tangible heat would feel like. Well, isn't that interesting?

He takes me down two flights of stairs in which I notice how old his house must be. It's like one of those houses that you think you could explore for hours looking at all the nooks and crannies. Me however, I could explore it for a few days, and then probably have my own secret place somewhere hidden in the wall.

"Well then, what do you want?"

I look about still holding the teddy bear and his hand, and some how I just don't care about anything at the moment.

"I guess I should give you some choices, shouldn't I?"

I nod my head once with a small smile.

"Hmmm, we have cereal, but I don't think you would like that…"

I shake my head, telling him he was right in his assumption.

"Then how about some eggs?"

I pout and shake my head. Doesn't he know that I have to have sugar for breakfast?

"Um, pancakes, waffles?"

I merely keep pouting, hoping he get the message.

He runs a hand though his hair, and heaves a heavy breath.

"Then how about ice cream and video games?"

I give him a huge smirk and nod my head with much appreciation.

He starts to get bowls from the cabinet, but when he gets two I put one back in place.

"You don't want any ice cream?"

I shake my head. Of course I want ice cream, I just don't want a bowl, that's not enough to fill my belly in the morning.

I go over to the freezer and pull out a tub of ice cream.

OMFG He has cookie dough ice cream? How awesome is that?

I make a motion of eating food with a utensil, my way of asking for a spoon

"You're not going to eat it all are you!"

He looks at me like I'm insane, and I look at him in a serious manor.

"Ok then,"

He opens the drawer in front of him and pulls out two spoons. He hands me one and I sign thank you to him with a beaming smile.

We exit the kitchen and head to the living room, which just so happens to be huge, with an open ceiling and sunlight light coming through a large glass pane the size of my bed. It seems to have a bunch of wires holding it in place as well as giving it support. My eyes travel down and I find a mirror, but it looks rather dull and has little black spot on the corners and edges. Then I see the television and note that it is huge plasma, and beside it are two rods that I guessed to be speakers. Under the television was a small black TV stand with silver handles to open the cabinets. Then there was the couch, which I decided was a good place to sit down and eat some ice cream.

I plopped myself down on the couch and looked up at Riku. He looked back at me with a satisfied sort of grin and proceeded to sit down.

"Well then, what game do you want to play?" he says as he grabs some games out from inside the TV stand.

He pulls out at least 50 games and begins to pull out even more.

Holy fudge monkeys.

I immediately stare at the games, then give Riku a questioning glare.

"Um, is something wrong?"

I look at the growing pile of games. I didn't know anyone person could have so many, holy crap that's a ton of games!

"Pick one if you want."

PICK ONE? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? There is no way I can just pick one game out all those.

So I shake my head and point to him. The easy way out in my mind.

"You sure? Aw, come on, you can pick one or two"

I pick up two random games.

Okage, and Devil May Cry 3

Um, not the devil one, it looks a little scary to me.

Oooo, I like this one, it's Final Fantasy X-2.

I show the two games I choose to Riku and he looks at me like I'm insane.

"Not Okage, that game is evil."

Fine you mean person. I pick up another game and it's Dance Dance Revolution MAX2.

I like that game. ! I want to play now!

I bounce up and down and hold the game in the air like the naïve child that I am.

"ok, but I bet you 20 bucks I can beat you on any song in there on standard"

I smirk and nod my head in acceptance to the bet, he doesn't know I play in the arcade on heavy mode, and not to mention I love this game.

I look about the room for some dance mats.

I see none.

Hmmm, I look at Riku and notice that he has disappeared.

OMFG! He's gone! What do I do!

I sit on the couch and stuff my face with ice cream.

Oooo, brain freeze! My brain! My brain!

I hug the teddy bear and wait for Riku to appear again.

He comes from the direction of the kitchen carrying two dance mats.

Thank god.

He sets up the Ps2 and the mats, clicks some buttons on the remote and we are ready to go.

"Ready to go?"

Hell yeah! Just wait a second ok?

I get up slowly and stand in the middle of the mat. I look at Riku then I select game mode, versus, and final I go on his level of standard.

He looks at me a little funny.

"You play this before?"

I nod my head.

"This might be interesting."

He presses select with his left foot and I immediately proceed to pick a song

AM-3P, one of my favorites, Riku looks a little horror struck.

Is he bad at this song?

"LET DANCE!" says the game, as if to think we were stupid.

I ignore it, hearing the song begin and letting the music fill my head.

I dance my ass off, refusing my any means to take my eyes off the screen…

"200 combo!"

It's almost over, and I know I can keep the combo…

YES! I WIN! Double A!

Riku looks at me, stunned. He got a C, mind you it's a high C.

"You beat me…"

Yes, I kick butt don't I?

I do my happy dance and let Riku choose the next song.

This pattern of me winning all the time and Riku being out matched continues for about an hour, with breaks in between for ice cream.

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'Lets, play…something, else."

He pants with his face drenched from sweat, but somehow he still smells fresh and clean.

I lie on the couch and begin to feel my eyes droop. I yawn and grab the teddy bear, using its head as a cushion.

Riku looks at me with a smile.

He disappears for a bit and comes back with a blanket. Then he wraps me up in it, and goes away again.

I don't see him come back because by then I'm asleep

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I wake up and find my head on Riku's lap, I shift my position and look about.

OH SHIT! I FORGOT MY JOURNAL!

I get up in a rush and charge upstairs to Riku's room.

Um, this isn't his room

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Yeah, so that's what happens next, this is late, I'm so sorry, and I think its crapy "Blu shoes on my desk" for not updating last when I said I would. Damn me, and the stupid exams for damn school.

And thanks to "Blaquediamond Princess" and "mercuryrose" for reviewing as well. Thanks you guys, and review if you want me to continue this.