Title: stories in the dark
Author: Digimon Empress Yaten (de yaten)
Warnings/Notes: Dubcon, implied sexual actions. Anti-Sora/Riku. Anti-Sora's POV. Originally a giftfic on livejournal. Reviews are welcome, especially if you favorite!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or its characters, I don't claim to own them.
Oh, oh, little Riku... do not cry and do not cringe, because I am Sora (not Sora, never Sora) and I will be here for you always, always and forever. I will keep you safe from Them, from Those that you fear —
(I'm not scared!)
Oh, oh, if you keep lying like that, your nose might grow and grow until you're not pretty anymore. Remember that nose, the puppet one that grew and grew until the wood sprouted leaves and birds nested and shriveled and died inside? I do, I always will, because it was the first story you told me after I woke in your arms feeling safe and warm and content. It's the story you told before we touched so light and sliding and it felt so good when we touched and I smiled and you gasped—
(I hate you.)
So mean, so mean little lying Riku is... you liked it, you did and (Go. Away.) oh, I only want to tell you a story, all right? I only want to tell you a story, okay? Just a story, nothing more, and you can go to bed and I'll watch the sunset waves from the window and think of you until morning. I like this story very very much, and I think you will too.
There is a boy out there in the world, in the Worlds, named Riku. Little Riku, and he is so so pretty with silver hair like moonlight silk and eyes that shine sparkle lights in every Darkness paradise. Pretty little Riku is silver-haired and scared, and he lies - to Maleficent and Hook and Sora and himself, and says he is not afraid, he is strong and tough and suitable enough for both Kairi and Sora and all the Worlds.
He will save Kairi and slay Sora, or slay Kairi and save Sora. He is too scared (I am not—) – don't interrupt, now – to decide between princess and prince, because he is the White Knight and knights are always meant to rescue royalty. Right?
But what am I, pretty little lying Riku with white armor? Can I be a prince for you, pretty please a prince or maybe a pauper double that is just as good, I am just as good, you know. (Sora wouldn't—) Hurt you, I know, I do I do I do. I do hurt you and I'm sorry. I don't know why it hurts (Because I don't want—) but it does, it does it does it does
I'm so-so-so sorry, you know. (You can't feel anything.) But I can, and that hurts me, too, little Riku. I don't want to hurt you but I can, I should, I will, but it won't hurt for long, I swear, I promise in my heart of hearts that it will feel good so-so-so soon.
Oh, oh, please do not cry. Hook might hear and come in and, oh, I hate him because he isn't you, little Riku. I don't want him to take me away, away from you and your silver hair and your lies, don't cry, you can lie to me if you want. You can hurt me and hate me and tell me you want Sora or Kairi and I won't care, I swear, I'll just close my eyes and pretend that you love me instead, because I do really truly love you. Only you.
(... you can't love, you don't have a heart.)
No, but, oh, I can dream of one.