-1K… This is just a crazy (yet hopefully humorous) idea I have stuck in my head. I don't know anything about cars at all, so my more "macho" friends are trying to explain it all to me. This fic is a Leon/Riku with lots of Sora and Kairi involvement. I don't know if there will be any other pairings, but I'm going to try to make the story realistic, meaning there will be both yaoi and het. If either offends, please stay away.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its affiliates

It All Started With A Car…

Sora sighed as he sped his pace, desperately trying to keep up with his taller friend. For what wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't be the last time, Sora cursed himself for having Riku as a best friend.

Sure, Riku was charming, funny, smart, and gorgeous, but he could still be a jackass. Now was one of those times.

"So-ra," Riku called back, separating the syllables of his best friend's name and enunciating the last part. It was a silly habit that he, Sora, and Kairi had gotten into when they were younger, and now, even though Sora and Kairi were heading into their senior year and Riku was heading off to college, they still used it.

"What?" Sora called up irritably, lugging his impossibly heavy book bag behind him. As a senior, Riku had gotten out of school a week early, and he loved to tease Sora and Kairi about it by prancing around bookless and free.

"I found the car I want."

Sora rolled his eyes. Riku had gotten into the local university on an arts scholarship, and was now spending all his money on a car.

"Yeah yeah! Where's the dealer?"

Riku smirked, his long silver hair cascading over his shoulders, his green eyes gleaming in a mischievous, almost wicked, fashion from behind long bangs.

"Right there." Riku pointed his finger, and Sora followed it. The car was sex on wheels, sleek and black, not too small, but not too large either. In all honesty, the car seemed meant for Riku. There was only one problem.

"Riku, that car's in a driveway. It already belongs to someone else."

Of course, as always, Riku tuned Sora out when the younger boy said something that might actually be sane. You see, Riku was stealthy and stubborn, and come hell or high water he was going to own that car.

No cute seventeen-year-old Junior was going to stop that.

Sora rolled his eyes, feeling another one of Riku's insane missions coming his way. Usually these missions included several important things, such as bodily harm (for Sora), a shit load of trouble (for Sora), lots of money (from Sora's pocket), and bottles upon bottles of aspirin (to help with the pain.)

"So-ra, I have an idea…"

"NO."

"You haven't even heard me out."

"NO."

"So-Raaaaa!"

"No, Riku."

"Ha, you just don't want to do it because you're a chicken."

"Or maybe it's because your last mission ended with my arm in a cast for TWO MONTHS!"

"OK, so that plan went wrong."

"And what about the time you decided we should superglue the teacher to her chair, huh? I got glue on my hand and it stuck to the desk! After the paramedics came, I got detention for two weeks. Do you know what I did for those two weeks Riku? I scraped the gum off of the undersides of every desk in the entire school!"

"You must admit, that was kind of funny."

"And what about the time you decided to learn how to cook? I got food poisoning!"

"How was I supposed to know that the meat was undercooked?"

"And what about your brilliant plan to snag one of the paopu fruits? 'Sora, you should climb out on the branch and get it because you're smaller.' The branch still snapped and all I got was a huge bump on my head."

"It's not my fault you're so pudgy."

"And what about the time you told me that Santa didn't exist and had me climb up the chimney to make sure. Do you realize exactly how long it took the firefighters to get me out of there?"

"…"

"And then there's the time-"

"OKAY! I get it Sora! So a few of my plans malfunctioned. This one is flawless!"

The confidence in Riku's scared Sora more than anything else could. It never meant anything good for him. Sora loosened the uncomfortable tie around his neck, damning Riku for looking so comfortable and sexy in his clothing.

Like most, vain, sexy, superficial gay men, Riku was very particular about what he wore.

His skin tight, dark green shirt brought out his eyes, and his jeans were tight at the top and baggy at the bottom, showing off his firm, round ass. His straight, silver hair was layered, his bangs shadowing his eyes in a mysterious, sexy way. Riku was fit from years of martial arts and blitz ball, but he wasn't blocky or overly muscular. He was taller than average, but not enough to make him a giant.

Sora wasn't gay (that he knew of), but he was open-minded and could admit that Riku was damn sexy. That sad thing was that Riku knew it and flaunted it. Honestly, Sora was surprised his friend had made it this far as a virgin.

"Okay, so what's your plan this time?"

Sora knew he would regret it, but he never had been able to say no to his best friend. He even had the scars to prove it…

"Well I happen to know for a fact that the person who lives here just moved in, so I thought that maybe I should introduce myself and act as a friendly guide and then casually mention his car…"

Sora sighed. This was never going to work.

"Can't you just find another car, Riku?"

Riku shot him a glance, as if Sora were the insane one.

"Where do I play into this?" Sora asked; dread settling into his stomach.

"Well," Riku began. "I really don't know this guy. I've never seen him, so you need to follow me around and make sure he doesn't try anything funny."

Translated, that meant that as Riku spent the day showing this man all the fun parts of their small town, Sora would spend it hiding in hot prickly bushes, armed with a plastic baseball bat and a cell phone.

"What could I have ever done in a past life to deserve a friend like you, Riku?" Sora sighed.

"I know," Riku replied, "I'm great, aren't I?"

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Sora spent the rest of the day hiding in, you guessed it, a bush, as he and Riku waited for Mr. Mysterious-car-owner to open his door.

Riku waited impatiently at the door, flashing his most charming smile. Finally, someone opened the door.

Riku's smile froze on his face as his heart threatened to skip a beat. This was not just someone; this was a MAN.

The other was a little more than half a head taller than he was, with broad shoulders than narrowed into powerfully built hips. Muscular thighs were incased in sinfully tight leather that displayed the man's long, perfectly shaped legs. His white cotton t-shirt clung to his skin, showing the outline of his muscular stomach.

The man had wavy brown hair that fell around his face in an almost careless way, and piercing gray eyes that commanded respect. It made Riku even more anxious to get the car.

After all, he really didn't need it: this man could ride him any day!

"Didn't you see the sign? No solicitors." And after that stoic statement, Riku's drool-fest slammed the door in his face.

Riku blinked in shock, ignoring the poorly muffled chuckles reaching him from the bushes.

Had someone just slammed a door in his face? That couldn't be… No one could ever resist him!

Riku knocked again, slightly harder.

The man practically ripped the door off its hinges this time, as he came face to face with Riku.

"No-"

"I'm not selling anything. I'm just a friendly neighbor who noticed that you've just moved in, and I was wondering if you wanted me to show you around." Riku smiled, trying to ignore the intoxicating smell of some unknown cologne seeping off the leather-garbed man. It would look really bad if Riku started to sniff him.

"No thank you."

The man attempted to close the door again, but Riku successfully managed to wedge his foot in between the door and the frame. It hurt like hell, but for that car, he would do anything.

Of course, if the man crushed his right foot he wouldn't be able to drive, but he'd cross that bridge if he got to it.

"Come on," Riku said, years of sparring on the play island allowing him to hide his pain, "it's really easy to get lost here."

The man rubbed a gloved hand through his hair with a sigh. Obviously, this boy wasn't giving up on showing him around. Besides, the kid's foot was stuck and he couldn't close the door. It was a lose-lose situation.

"Whatever," he finally conceded, allowing the silver haired teen to drag him out of his new house. A small smirk crossed his features as he noticed the other boy's slight limp. Served him right for dragging him outside on a day as hot as this.

"So, my name's Riku. I live down the street. And you are…?" Riku pointed vaguely somewhere down the street, waiting for a response. When he received none, he stopped, raising an eyebrow.

"Leon," the older man answered reluctantly.

He sighed. Most people sent gift baskets when they got new neighbors, or, at the very worst, invited them to dinner. No sane man had ever dared to drag Leon from his comfortable abode. This teen was either very brave, or very foolish.

However, judging by his designer cloths, and the slight lip-gloss covering his rather pouty lips, Leon judged that it was the latter.

"So Leon, tell me about yourself. What do you do? Why did you move here? Are you single?"

Leon decided to ignore the questions. After all, he would probably be able to ditch the annoying boy at the first crowded area, run back home, and bolt his door.

Still, he noticed the rather hungry way the boy was eying him.

"I'm 24 years old. I don't do little boys."

Riku just laughed, tilting his head back to reveal a long, pale neck with a well-defined collarbone.

"I'm 18. I don't do retirees."

Just as Leon was about to answer that with a rather rude comment, a loud honking noise startled them both out of their conversation. Yuffie honked again, an annoyed expression on her face.

"Yo, Squall! I can't wait forever you know!" Leon sighed, realizing he was going from one insane teen to the other, when Riku smiled.

"I thought you said your name was Leon."

Leon brushed past him, walking towards Yuffie, who was looking entirely too smug.

"This isn't the best time, little boy."

Just as was feet away from Yuffie, a cool, surprisingly soft hand grabbed his arm.

"When is the best time, old man?"

Leon snorted. "Never."

And that said he hopped into Yuffie's giant SUV, smirking at the shocked look on the teen's face.

"And who was that?" Yuffie's annoying voice chirped, as she glanced through the rearview mirror at the boy.

"No one." Leon responded.

"That's one sexy no one. Why do you get all the luck? I never get sexy ones on my doorstep!"

Leon glanced back at the boy. From an aesthetic point of veiw, he was pleasing to the eye, and he had a fiery, arrogant spirit. Leon ran his eyes down the quickly shrinking figure.

In a sexual sense, Leon knew that if they had met under different circumstances the boy would already be underneath him, screaming his name.

Old man indeed. Everyone knew that with age came experience.

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Riku almost tore his hair out in frustration. Turning, he kicked the nearest laughing bush, smirking in satisfaction at the pained yelp. Sora tumbled out of the brush, laughing despite the lump forming on his head.

"He shut you down, Ri-Ku!"

Riku growled, his hands clenching at his sides.

"I am going to get that car."

Riku suddenly turned on his heel, storming off. Sora rolled his eyes, knowing that the angry spell would pass as always.

Little did he know that Riku was planning revenge, and that it would change everything he knew to be calm and sane in the world.

For Riku was stealthy and stubborn. Come Hell or High water he was going to get that car… As well as its owner.