Fanfic Title: Chosen of the Demonic
Game: Kingdom Hearts
Pairings: Riku x Sora, Roxas x Sora, Axel x Sora, Cloud x Sora, Leon x Sora, Zexion x Sora, Vanitas x Sora, Terra x Sora
Author: keadeblue264
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Summary: Sora wasn't aware of it, but ever since he was born, he's been at the center of a conflict for his affections—a conflict within the realm of the Underworld. AU. Male Harem/Sora.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Kingdom Hearts and I make no money from writing this.
Warnings/Notes: yaoi, real world AU/underworld AU, OOC, sex, angst, violence, bad language. All characters paired up with Sora are of some variety of demon.
Bleary blue eyes opened to the rising sun shining through an uncovered bedside window. Despite the warmth of light he could feel even from underneath his covers, Sora felt cold and miserable.
Another night spent dreaming the same dream once again, and another morning wondering what it all meant.
He curled himself partially into a ball, pulling the blankets closer to himself in order to fight off the inner chill. Breathing in and out slowly, he tried to quell the pain brimming from his chest. Waking up brought a reality almost crippling when all he wanted was the world of that dream.
It was always this way.
He would dream of a darkness deeper than any he had ever experienced firsthand only for it to be interrupted by colors that were almost kaleidoscopic. They shifted over and over in dizzying circles, crafting different shapes and designs, never once blending completely. The colors stayed singular, seemingly like they were going to become one but then breaking apart at the last second.
Next, he would see nothing and just feel. Something would hold onto his body tight, and he would feel possessed, loved even, like he belonged nowhere else but within this grip, with this presence that cradled him softly. And he grew to love that feeling over the years since his twelfth birthday when the dream had first entered his life. Now seventeen years old, he practically lived for that feeling.
Soundless whispers would caress his ears then, ones that had been calling out to him voicelessly for years, cries that were strong yet aching with something indescribable. Sadness that was his and yet wasn't would hit him hard, like he was only half of the whole. He never understood why, but the embrace would lessen around him gradually, and struggling or trying to hold on longer was useless for there to latch his hands onto. Sora eventually would plummet down into the darkness, falling for what seemed like forever.
And then the dream would end.
On some nights he would wake up shaking and on the verge of tears. His body would physically ache for hours at a time each day, longing to be held by that presence, wanting a touch, wishing for some connection that would make it all real. Even if he was normally a very cheerful person, he would feel like an empty shell during those hours.
Sora felt like he didn't belong, as if he was born in the wrong place. The dream made him feel complete, absolutely and perfectly complete and in total bliss. But waking up tore him in two, and his other half strayed too far away for him to reach.
A tremble went through his body, his face pressing down further into a clean white pillow, eyes clenched shut with tears that were trying to escape. Sora wanted that feeling of completeness more than anything, for it to last forever. Not just in a dream, but something real, something he could see and touch. He had long since stopped caring about the nature of this presence or of specific gender if it had one. As long as it was real like he hoped and he could one day have it, he felt that it didn't matter.
With a sigh, Sora relaxed as best he could on the mattress. Heart still pounding with a veritable ache, he forced himself to return back to slumber.
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Aquamarine colored eyes gazed steadily at the sleeping brunet boy reflected on the black water in the basin before him. Sitting upon an wicked looking throne and clothed in blacks and dark reds, his face was the portrait of a not so secret longing. The fingers of his right hand danced just above the water's surface, tracing the outline of the human's body lovingly.
Separating this time had almost hurt too much for him to stand. He'd become far too accustomed to holding Sora in their shared dreams. They made him ache so much.
For as long as he could remember, he longed to touch Sora and be touched by him, to kiss him until they were both breathless from want, to hold him for the rest of time and be together even after death claimed them. They were destined to go down the path of lovers, could even be called soulmates if he wanted to entertain such a human notion. Each new day made the pining for Sora stronger, and he sometimes feared that he couldn't live without Sora, even if they hadn't officially met just yet.
It was on days like this when he wished Sora wasn't on the human plane. His mind said the teen wasn't ready to be brought into his dark world, but his black heart and soulless body didn't much care for that thought. They wanted Sora to be here now.
But the situation was complicated. Others of his kind wanted Sora as well. Some wanted him so they could corrupt him. Others wanted him because he looked nice enough to catch their eye. And the motives some of them had for wanting Sora were unclear. No one could want Sora as much as he did, but the human's purity was much too appealing. It was a battle just waiting to be fought whenever Sora was brought down here, waiting to become more violent than the cold war it was now. He'd long since taken initiative with the dream, but even then they intervened every time.
Still, he had noticed the changes in Sora over the years, how he had warmed up to being held, how the sadness of separation became a shared emotion. He could feel Sora's longing for him now, and that alone was enough to make him happy for a while.
"You want me so much, don't you," he spoke aloud to an unhearing Sora, his fingers still continuing their path along the mostly motionless body. "But I need you more."
Taking in the human's form with adoring eyes, he settled on a decision. "I can't wait any longer." Tracing the outline of Sora's body once more, his hand dripped into the water, distorting the image with ripples. "You are rightfully mine."
He didn't care at the moment. He wanted Sora now.
Author's Notes: While this is a male harem fic, the main pairing here is RikuSora. Just thought you should know. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this! Please Review.