Yay! The Sequel's up! Yay yayayayayay! I can't believe I actually got around to this, but I didn't want a story without a plot. Then…I remembered that Riku was Japanese…and BAM! Plot line!

Benefaction Context

"Okay, everything perfect?" Riku looked at the large hardwood table in the middle of their large dinning room hallway. It was packed with pounds upon pounds of Japanese food, everything looking more than perfect, "Got that…got that…good god, where's Sora?"

Riku whined and looked around, straitening his tie, "Sora! Sora! Where are you! This is not the time to go Houdini on me!"

"I'm right here," said brunette sighed while walking into the dinning area, holding a metal can full of ice, "you forgot ice,"

"We're having Sake, no need for ice," Riku said, then sighed in unison with Sora, "right, right, right, there ARE going to be children here wanting soda, forgot dear."

Sora set down the can and picked up the ice tongs, plucking an ice cube from the bowl and smiling triumphantly, "Look! Their shaped like Sakura Trees!"

Riku laughed and smiled, running over to Sora and picking him up by the waist and swinging him around, "Thank you so much, Sora. I don't know what I'd do without you,"

"Fall on your ass, that's what you'd do!" Sora said, poking Riku in the chest and throwing the tongs back into the ice can thingy, "now, how do you say the welcome again?"

"Chinkyaku," Riku said with a flourish, and then smiled, "Remember, every woman is going to be in traditional Kimonos,"

"You've told me a million times, I think I can take it," Sora said, then straitened Riku's tie for him, patting him on the shoulder, "If you do a good job tonight, I'll do the dishes,"

"That's what I should be saying," Riku said, and then went to fiddling with his earring, "Do you think that mom would have told her about Melting of Tyme?"

"Well no duh!" Sora exclaimed, "Hayner and Pence ARE coming, you know,"

Riku laughed nervously, migrating from his earring to his necklace, that was an upgrade, "Well, the minute she gets here, expect a bomb to drop."

This was the one night that Riku dreaded. Well, at least he didn't live at home anymore, because that would be the worst weekend of his life. But this was only one night, and ever since his mother changed the banquet from her house to his, he dreaded her. But be really didn't want to face the one and only…

Atsuko Takahashi.

Riku's Grandmother.

Riku's mom had taken the last name of the father.

Riku jumped then the doorbell rang, and he practically ran to answer it. It was just Sephiroth and Vincent coming over to help out with the catering, but they'd scared Riku half to death. And YES, Riku had invited everyone from the Homeless Shelter. Why wouldn't he?

Yuffie filed in after the couple, jumping around and looking at the spacious place, "Wow! Whose birthday is it?"

"Mine, now go!" Riku was laughing at this point and watching as everyone came in. Riku, having respectfully been twenty five for a couple months now, took pride in having his own house with Sora.

Leon Leonheart came soon after, keeping a good hold on Cloud Strife's arm, leading him into the house.

"Make way! Blind people coming through!" Demyx yelled, running into the house with a box in his hands, "Make way for the non-seeing!"

"Hey!" Cloud said, trying to find the direction that Demyx was coming from, "I'll kill you one day, Demyx!"

Leon laughed and led him further. Riku followed Demyx with his eyes, well, more the box, "What's in there, Dem?"

"A table cloth," Demyx held up the box as if Riku would see through it, "found It in the garage, looked pretty oriental to me,"

"That's really thoughtful," Riku said, rolling his eyes, "why don't you throw it in the garbage now?"

"I'm putting it on this one table in the living room," Demyx said, having already left halfway through Riku's sentence, "It has nothin' on it!"

Riku sighed and looked back toward the door.

Ansem came nearly barreling through the door, Seifer and Saix on his heels, "SAIX! Why in the name of hell did you push me!?"

"Because you weren't moving," Saix answered lazily, and walked in, pushing him more, "and if you don't now, I'll make you,"

Mickey followed after them like a lackey and waved to Riku.

Jack Skellington waltzed in, looking at Riku expectantly the minute he saw him.

"You bring the traditional Japanese stuff? Nothing too modern?" Riku asked, his grandmother hating anything too new age. Jack nodded, and Riku pointed to the other end of the room where a huge bureau was, "music stuff is over there,"

He bowed elegantly, carrying his music filled briefcase over to where Riku pointed. Riku bowed back, liking that Jack remembered that traditional Japanese bowed. Or…maybe Jack just bowed for the hell of it.

Next were the girls: Tifa, Namine, Kairi, and Aerith. They all wore kimono, not the most beautiful that Riku had seen (nothing that his grandmother would wear in public), but they were the best he'd seen in America. He wondered absently where they got them, but they answered before he could:

"Your mother," Kairi said, holding up one of the sleeves, "She had some from when she was in Japan,"

Riku smiled, remotely remembering his mother saying something about that. He smiled and then bowed to them all. They all giggled among themselves, rushing into the living room to help Riku's mother set up, her already having been here for over an hour.

"By George, Riku, you sure have a home here!"

The host looked over and saw that old man with the cane walking in, and Riku smiled, holding out his arm, "would you like me to help you to the living room, Merlin?"

"Heaven's no!" He laughed, pushing Riku's arm away and making him stand up strait, "I can have Axel or Roxas do that!"

Riku looked expectantly towards the door and saw the said police officers coming through, Axel holding Roxas's waist, the other held out to Merlin, "Shall we escort you, my good man?"

"You shall," Merlin said, taking Axel's arm and walking into the living room. Riku was just about to close the door when the last two from the homeless shelter came barreling in, swearing like sailors.

"I knew we shouldn't have said we'd find our own mode of transportation!" Auron yelled to the other gruff old man, "You old coot! Because of you, our transportation was running!"

Cid growled back, both of them bumbling toward the kitchen to grab a well-deserved drink of water. Riku laughed and really did close the door, looking back into his house and brushed off his sports jacket again, pulling it down and looking at Sora, smiling nervously, "So…how's this look?"

"Like a true gentleman," Sora said, putting his hands on Riku's shoulders, smiling and rubbing the tension out of them, "They'll never figure out that you're a punk in a band,"

"Hey…" Riku murmured, that cute little blush playing over the bridge of his nose and accenting the freckles on his cheeks, "I'm not a punk anymore,"

"Oh, so your not a punk after your belly-button ring three years ago?" Sora laughed, patting the other's stomach, "That is SO not punk,"

Riku pouted and looked away, putting is hands on Sora's; "you got a ring with me. You admit you like it."

"I love the first ring you gave me most," Sora said, obviously talking about the engagement ring. Riku smiled softly and reached in, brushing his lips with Sora's. He then pulled away and heard a knock on the door.

His father was here from the airport.

With Atsuko.

"Okay, make sure everyone is doing what their supposed to be doing," Riku said, straitening Sora's tie, "and remember, smile and don't let her intimidate you. She'll try to scare you, don't let her. Voice your opinion; she'll respect you after that. Respect with her is like a 'get-Riku-free' pass. If she doesn't respect you, she doesn't like you, then she'll try and do anything within her power to get you away from me. She's very overprotective."

"So am I," Sora said with a frown and determination in his eyes, "I won't let her take you away from me,"
Riku smiled shyly, "That's good,"

Riku walked slowly to the door, almost asking Sora to come with him so he didn't loose his nerve. He took the handle in his hand and pulled the door open with one swift movement. He nearly died on the spot.

"RENO!?!" Riku yelled, nearly throttling yet hugging the redhead, his fists shaking, "Why on earth are you here?!"

"Well," Reno said, taking the hand of the taller man standing next to him and tugging him inside the house, "I was walking down this road with Rude here and we saw Sora in the window, and he looked all fancy and there was a lot of cars here, so we guessed you were having a party. So we want to join, can we?"

"Of course!" Riku said without hesitation, dragging them inside, "what made you think that I wouldn't want you to come! It's going to be a little Japanese-ey, but that's alright,"

"It's fine!" Reno said, closing the door and dragging Rude in by the hand, "I'm half Japanese and Rude went to Tokyo with me once and he learned a little of it,"

Riku rolled his eyes and smiled, "yeah, I don't really think that my grandmother will really appreciate that,"

Riku sighed and looked at Sora again, "That nearly gave me a heart attack,"

The doorbell rang again, and then looked at Sora, "if that is Zack, I really am going to choke him,"
Sora laughed and then took Riku by the arm, "come on, I saw your father get out of the car,"

Riku took a breath and opened the door, not ready for anything that was going to happen. He saw his father there, and next to him the infamous Takahashi couple. Atsuko and Shinji.

"Konbanwa," Riku said, the second he saw his grandmother and grandfather. He bowed nearly to his knees, and Sora had been already told that the more you bowed, the more respect you had for them. Riku looked back up at them, "obaasan. Ojiisan."

"Riku-chan," she said, bowing and stepping into the house, her legs and upper torso barely moving. She looked around, and accented her beautiful kimono. It was a scene of a seacoast, and it was so amazing…on a kimono, "Genki Desu ka?" ("How are you?")

"Okagesamade," ("I'm fine") Riku replied, looking at her with a strait face. She searched his face, then smiled wide and walked to him, hugging him with all her might.

"Riku-chan! It's been long time!" She exclaimed, her English being only a bit better from the last time he heard her, "Where your wife?"

Riku sighed and pulled back, kissing her on the cheek and looking over at Sora, "obaasan, this is Sora Nori…my husband," Riku said, pulling Sora to him and looking at his grandmother with a predatory look in his eyes, "I'm sorry we didn't tell you. With the government these days, we weren't able to have a wedding. But…if you have a problem with So-chan, you tell me here and now,"

Atsuko looked Sora over and frowned, "So, when Samantha said that Riku was married to a person named Sora, I obviously thought it was a woman,"

Riku glared at his grandmother, "Obaasan, not now,"

Atsuko saw the way that Riku was holding Sora and scowled mentally, but on the outside was a smile bursting with happiness, "I don't care Ri-chan! As long as you love him, that's all that matters!"

Riku laughed, then smiled wide, "obaasan, here, come in further and meet everyone else. I have tons of friends here,"

Atsuko didn't like Sora. No she didn't. She didn't like the way he talked, she didn't like the way he walked, she didn't like the way that he always clung to Riku, he didn't like the way he followed HER grandchild around like a small mouse. A small and stupid mouse. She didn't care that Riku was happy, this man wasn't right for him.

Atsuko still laughed at Sora's jokes, smiled like she liked him, and fawned whenever they lightly kissed. Just like a true grandmother should.

"I really like this Sora," Shinji Takahashi whispered to her, a smile on his warm face. She smiled too, and no one could see the malice through it. She nodded and didn't really state her real opinion.

Riku sighed and closed the door, leaning on it and sliding to his knees, turning around and loosening his tie as he closed his eyes and leaned comfortably against the door. He couldn't believe he pulled it off. He couldn't believe that he managed to make his grandfather like Sora, his grandmother…not so much. But at least she didn't bite his head off.

"Riku,"

He opened his eyes and saw Sora moving over to him, sitting next to him, "You did good,"

Riku leaned against Sora's shoulder and closed his eyes, nuzzling against the other's neck, "No, I was lucky."

Sora shifted and put his hand on the other's stomach, feeling that small stub of a ring just barely below the belly button, and he slightly rubbed the other's stomach, feeling his husband start to purr lightly like a kitten. He learned a month after they started dating that Riku always purred when his stomach was rubbed.

"I'm tired," Riku said, leaning further on the other, "The people are all gone, can we go to bed?"

Sora laughed and sat there still, not having the energy at the moment to stand. It was such a big night. They got everything ready, walked around for five hours strait, cleaned the house with vigor, and then did the dishes with Riku, and now he couldn't move.

"We'll go to bed tomorrow," Sora said, then yawned again, "We've got to go to the Homeless shelter tomorrow. Then you've got a performance at the Hospital,"

"Why so much?" Riku asked, then started to drift off before he heard the answer, "we…eh…. okay,"

Much against Riku's wishes, he didn't know that his grandmother was talking to someone that could help her get Riku away from Sora.

…a certain someone with mako eyes, silver hair, and a certain little sadistic love for everything that was Riku….

YAY! I wrote the sequel…I wrote the sequel…I wrote the sequel…