A/N:
...wow, I haven't updated this in like...two months.
Or something.
Anyway, time for the incredibly-short epilogue that leaves everything hanging!! 8D Aren't you all EXCITED?!
Yeah I know you hate me. T-T I'd hate me too, for writing such an awful ending. XD;; But like I said, I never intended for this to be long. There's some more AkuRiku in the works for me, though, so possibly a continuation...? -shrug- All depends on what you people want.
I hope you enjoy this last chapter. ; Like, in all honesty, I really do. o-o;;
Riku's mother heard him enter the house, muttering words of dislike to himself about people he would never talk to her about. She heard him kick off his shoes, continuing to growl under his breath. She sighed, chopping onions, and wondered if that was why she felt like crying.
The swallowed down her tears, and continued. At least he's been eating lately, she thought to herself, trying to make life a little more pleasant. It wasn't succeeding.
She waited a moment, frowning. No, something wasn't right. There hadn't been any scolding of ghosts wandering their halls; she hadn't even heard him run up the stairs. She turned around to see her son standing there, an awkward expression on his face, his eyes looking down toward the ground.
"Mom." He said, doing his best to summon up an urge for conversation.
His mother, taken aback, paused before returning his "greeting". "Riku," she said, smiling warmly.
He glanced at her, then back to the ground. "I'm home," he said, and turned to walk to his room. Not wanting to make her son upset, she said nothing more. She hoped it was just the onions that were making her emotional.
"God, Axel," Riku muttered, flopping onto his bed and turning on the television. "That was downright sucky,"
"You made her day, I bet," the ghost replied, sitting next to him. "When was the last time you talked to her?"
"Ugh..." Riku moaned. "I don't know...my head hurts."
"We're whiny today," Axel said, casting a glance at Riku, wearing a smirk.
Riku glared up at the tall soul. "Oh, shut up. Sora and Kairi have gotten themselves into a fight."
"Ooh, is widdle Wiku wight in the middoh of it?" Axel asked, laughing.
"As a matter of fact, yes," Riku replied, rolling his eyes. "They sit on either side of me, stand on either side of me--they use me to convey messages, though I paraphrase and sometimes convey a completely different message." He chuckled. "They're so made for each other."
They watched the end of the sitcom. "So," Axel began, "you never explained to me why you can see ghosts, why they can make physical contact with you, and all that bull crap."
Riku shrugged as the credits rolled by. "Some things you never find the answer to." He replied. "It's how life is."
They watched the preview for the next show flash onto the television, silent.
"Hand me the remote?" Axel asked, nodding to it on the other side of Riku. "I hate this show,"
"Get it yourself, bastard," Riku replied, not taking his eyes off the TV. Axel shoved him off the bed.
"What the hell was that for?!" Riku cried, brushing himself off as he sat up on his bedroom floor. "Take your damn remote," he chucked it at Axel, who burst into laughter.
"You freakin' emo."
A/N (again.):
And thus, it concludes. Not much to rant about. Riku's still emo, Axel's still...Axel. But at least they have each other.
Come to think of it, they argue like an old married couple. XD
