YAY, another KH fanfic!
WARNING! In this story there is VIOLENCE, SEXUAL SITUATIONS, and HEAVY LANGUAGE. If you don't like dark deep stories like this one then don't read as it will get very heavy in later chapters.. There is also use of RELIGIOUS, RACIAL, and SEXUALITY SLUR. And of course this is mostly a yaoi fanfic. So don't like; don't read. You've been warned!
Disclaimer: Pssh, Square Enix & Disney owns all..
Summary: You can get into a lot of trouble at an all boys boarding school. Cruel pranks and punishments- but what happens when even your own body's in a vulnerable and dangerous state? Deeper story; yaoi.
A/N: This story has a lot of cultural aspects, mostly in the UK – more specifically… Scotland! A lot of this stuff, including punishments and class discrimination and racism, happened in many of the boarding schools. I tried to make it as realistic (pfft and dramatic) as possible. So please enjoy and if you don't understand something feel free to comment or question!
Theres also a lot of '(1)(2)(3)'s which are used as a guide to environmental knowledge that you may not know. You can find the information at the bottom.. hehe, is scrolling fun?
Ride the Lights by One Crazy Fox
Chapter One: Stranger, You Can't Waltz
Pitch black, it was.
No shadows, no silhouettes, no gloom, figures; it wasn't dim, there was no light, understand? No candles, stars, moon, hallway light leaking through the bottom of the door; not the faintest glow could reach the universe that The Tower dwelled in. This malicious Tower, nothing but the sound of your quivering breathes, the wind creaking and swaying the room, and thumps and clanks of the children roaming the stairs, running through the hallways, dancing in the corridors below, driving you insane! And of course the knee chattering – if you really want specifics – freezing, it is. It really does feel like you are standing in the ultimate and most supreme, the greatest of all great inanes. As though a void has sucked out all the light and warmth of everything around you.
He sits in the middle of the room, each second feeling like a minute and each minute feeling like an hour. Like time has cloaked himself with time in this god-forsaken abyss that only holds fear and the unknown. The unknown; the unknown that could be laying inches away from you or could be watching you at the other end of the room, in the black. This cold emptiness ran up his spine and sent shivers through his body, what hung from these ceilings? Could it be corpses like the other kids had told him? In all directions, what was lying there, sitting there, waiting there, watching there? The emptiness is beyond eerie; no this word has a whole new meaning to you now.
Thump.
Louder than the others, he jumped. Could it be, another child running down the halls? Oh, but it sounded so very close, is something lurking in this room? The grip around his knees tightens. He really would've taken a thousand more beatings in place of this.
Dark.
Cold.
Empty.
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"Well c'mon then! Ya scraggly little imp, let's move it, shall we?" The boy spoke from the top of the narrow stairs. As he yelled, the young teen in the middle of the steps struggled with a heavy suitcase up the number who's-keeping-count-anyways set of stairs, lugging it up the stairwell one step at a time.
"Oh for crying out loud, c'mon boy!" Sora stopped at the third to last step and took a breath with his hands on his knees. The senior rolled his eyes and skipped down to his level and took hold of the suitcase.
"Ah Jesus, get off." Sora tried to take the case back but the senior's head jerked and his eyes narrowed. Sora backed off. He took the handle of the suitcase and wildly lifted it and treaded up the remaining stairs and down the hallway, Sora obediently followed. The elder stopped at the second to last door and burst threw, throwing down the case and looking around at the room. He turned back to the shy teen standing outside the doorway.
"Uh, mind coming in?" He impatiently said and motioned a hand into the room. Sora timidly stepped in and looked around his new room. It was narrow and very compact. There were two poor beds pushed up against the same wall with a nightstand inbetween; Sora noticed the other luggage and uniform spread across the bed.
"Alright, well," The senior opened the single dresser that laid on the opposite side, "It looks like the other little rodent's already moved in here, but, here's your uniform." He pulled it out and tossed it to Sora,
As Sora scanned it, the older boy watched him and rested his hands on his hips impatiently. Sora looked up and realized he was waiting for a response, but was totally engulfed in the unfamiliar situation that he didn't know what to say. He then broke out,
"Well don't you think it's a bit too petite? It looks like it stops at the middle of my shins," Sora through on his convincing accent. The senior's arms fell from his hips,
"Oh, really?"
Sora nodded.
"Tough." The upperclassman was on his way out when he was intercepted by another younger student,
"Oh hell," The elder began in dissatisfaction and the little silver haired boy snapped back,
"Aw, what'd ya mean hell?"
The elder grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved him in the room,
"Aw, shut up, ya fairy."
"Hey, hands off!" The young boy remarked and combed down his abnormally long and silver hair. The senior answered with a disgusted look. Sora, smirked and was glad his roommate wasn't a pushover. Sora loved his fire to talk back like that to the upperclassmen. (1)
"Shooting for another good year, are ya Rika?"
"Riku," he corrected.
"Yeah, m' sure that swings both ways too…" The boy's tongue roamed the insides of his cheeks as he looked back to Sora,
"Alright," he began to close the door and made one last announcement, in that thick Scottish brogue,
"Be in the grand hall for the assembly in thirty minutes, don't be late or they'll put a boot up your arse." He began to close the door but as an afterthought poked his head back in,
"And for Christ's sake, both of you cut year hair before your beaten and tossed out one of these windows, hmm?" There were no windows in their room since it was in the innards of the school but Sora got the idea. He shut the door shaking his head. "Sick of these friggen—"
The door closed and it was silent. Sora and Riku exchanged quick glances. Sora caught a good look at his face, 'my roommates a chink?'(2), he thought, 'Ugh, no worries.'
"Don't worry, he's one of the nice ones." Riku was settling himself down on the bed but he rose up again, "Oh, sorry," He extended a hand towards Sora, "Name's Riku, Riku Shiozu." Timidly and very slowly, Sora took his hand,
"Sora." Riku smiled,
"Well, Sora, looks like I got lucky this year. Someone in my grade this time around."
"They mix the grades?"
"But of course… Just to torture the young'ins. Luckily we aren't the fresh meat anymore, yet you still look a little odd; so still hated." Riku then tested the firmness of the bed and then jumped on. He made himself comfortable on his back and shut his eyes,
"'Twas a real bother, waking up every night cause the damn roommate likes his sick kicks, and douses you in water. Had to learn to sleep with my eyes open when I was seven." Riku opened one eye to catch Sora's anxious expression, "Only kidding."
"About the water?"
"No, no one can sleep with their eyes open."
"Oh." Sora took another look at the uniform sitting on his bed and picked it up. Riku hadn't even changed into his uniform yet, it looks like he just arrived here as well. Riku, actually, was very peculiar looking. For a boy, long shoulder-length hair in shades of silver wasn't very common in a boarding school. His aquamarine eyes also took on a strange shape; the corners of them dipping upwards giving him an Eastern feel. He obviously wasn't born in Scotland, though that wasn't uncommon for a boarding school; the kiddies would just be shipped off from their home countries to the lowest of the low; Scotland, to get a damn and shite education. But usually it was just countries in Europe, having someone from Eastern Asia was too strange. With all of this and his very fair skin it wasn't really a mystery to why he was considered to be.. certain things.
"So Shite-zu, that's like Chinese or something?"
"It's Shiozu, and it's Japanese not Chinese." Riku laid with his eyes closed, it seems as though he had this conversation a lot, "You've been in Scotland for a while though, brogue isn't totally broken in but your getting there."
Sora nodded as he looked up from his uniform, "Yeah, thanks." He rolled his eyes to himself trying to guess if that was a compliment. He hesitated before he continued, but this Riku fellow seemed like he could be trusted… "I've been here almost a year. I didn't know the accent grew on you so fast."
Riku stopped carrying on the conversation and seemed to drift off into a light sleep. Sora, in the meantime, began to slip out of his clothes and slip into the uniform. He put on everything but the tie and searched his bag for a mirror. Whoops. Looks like he did forget something, after all.
"Got one in my bag."
"Uh, do you mind?"
"Nah, of course not!" Riku sat up in the bed and scanned Sora with his delicate eyes, "The second compartment." He said as he smiled amused. The uniform was ridiculously too small on him. The silver-haired boy let a few chuckles escape and Sora looked up from his rummaging,
"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to be rude… Don't worry, no one looks good in those things." Sora kept rummaging and was beginning to feel a sense of security in this room, cause now he knew that he could trust his roommate more than anyone else here. He took out a small compact and eyed Riku weirdly, thinking maybe he really was a poof. (3)
"Is this yours?"
"No, my girlfriend's."
"Girlfriend?"
"Uh, yes 'girlfriend's'." Riku said a bit aggressively, thinking that maybe Sora had already made up his mind about him. He sat with his feet dangling over the edge and was just thinking of how another student had already made the wrong judgments about him.
"Oh, no I didn't mean anything," Sora quickly covered himself.
Riku relaxed again as Sora looked into the tiny compact. He kept it arm's length away from him and scanned his uniform,
"Anyways, she's not my girlfriend anymore." As Riku rambled a bit about himself Sora looked worriedly into the mirror. He then walked over to his bed and fetched the matching tie,
"Oh, god."
"What?"
"I look like a midget that has just escaped from the circus, that's what!" His uniform was a little outrageous, but all the boys had to wear them. Dark pants that were cuffed at the end, in Sora's case; high waters stopping above the ankle. His blazer was a deep maroon for starters, it had thinner dark navy stripes that ran down vertically. A white shirt underneath and then a tie around the collar. The tie held the same colors as the blazer but white was added in, separating the maroon and blue on either sides; it gave the colors more contrast, the stripes ran across diagonally.
"How am I going to walk around here freezing my ankles and my trousers riding on my crotch?" Sora asked as he kept looking in the mirror. He lifted the mirror up to show the reflection of his hair, it was really wild. It seemed to grow in spikes of all directions and was a deep luscious brown. Many thick dark eyelashes surrounded deep blue eyes that looked to be saphires; they seemed to belong to a girl. A pair of eyebrows were hidden under his bangs.
"We'll see if one of the first years wants to trade." Riku jumped off his bed and began to undress as well. As he pulled the shirt over his head he continued to speak,
"We might be getting another roommate." He pulled an arm through a white sleeve, Sora watched his pale back as it was swallowed by his white uniformed shirt. Sora snapped himself out of it, 'Looks like a woman,' Sora defended himself..
"But there's barley any room as it is!"
"Well there's a ton of new kids this year."
"Oh hell," Sora walked over to his bed and began to pull up his dark navy socks, "Who would want to come here anyway…" he mumbled.
Riku fluffed his collar and began buttoning his shirt. As soon as both of them tightened their tie and slipped on their loafers they were out the door.
They used the other stairs this time and went quickly down the steps. When they turned the corner they had to go through another series of doorways to enter one of the floors main corridors. Giant arcs, acting as gateways looking over the castle courtyard, passed by them as they strolled down the dirty grey stoned hall. Some of the floors and stairs had been replaced with new stone and wood though, the castle was very old. It was very easy to get frightened at night when the steps would creak and groan. The dorms resided in the top floors of the school and the classes were held on the first three stories. The innards of the school were the classrooms and dorms, and the stairs wrapped around them. From this outside corridor you could look over the courtyard, which was like a giant vast plains, the only thing though is that it seemed to go on forever and you felt as though you we're millions and millions away from civilization. The only building outside the gates being the ice house. (4)
They scurried down set after set of stairs and felt as though they were traveling to the pits of the underworld. They finally reached the bottom floor and entered the main entrance, where thousands of uniformed boys, all ranging from ages thirteen to seventeen and eighteen. They wondered around; chatting and the upperclassmen even pushing a couple of young'ins around.
"Well, its Rika the little faggot.." Sora and Riku turned around to meet a mean looking upperclassman. The posse behind him gave snickers and Sora noticed that they were towering over them. Riku stood his ground Sora stood puzzled and observing, in the dark about what was happening.
"Hey, Tubby! How was your summer, Tubs?" Riku excitedly did a friendly slap on the arm, hoping to get a rise out of him, but the kid just smiled and laid a hand on Riku's shoulder,
"Ah," He started, "Rika my lad, er whatever, you can't call me that anymore you see…" He threw a slap into Riku's stomach, wasn't a punch but Riku still had to hold back the gagging from the blow,
"I'm a lot more fit now." The posse behind him began to cheaply laugh. As Riku swallowed enough air to snap back,
"Oh, so you can do more than sit on my head now." He said while holding his stomach. With a serious death look, the elder walked off patting his shoulder and pushing Sora out of the way. The other kids followed, shooting looks as they passed by, one even faking a punch towards Sora. He flinched unknowingly, and then bitched at himself later for doing so. After he had confirmed their departure behind the staircase, Sora asked,
"Uh, Riku?"
"Now, that's someone you need to watch out for. Seifer's quite a handful." Riku rubbed his stomach, "That cunt's going to be a lot harder to deal with." He started walking towards the grand hall where most of the kids were flooding to about now, Sora followed. Riku worried.
"He's gotten even more built…"
The grand hall was grand enough, pretty spacious. It had an Oliver Twist look to it, though Sora hoped that wasn't the case here. Long wooden benches and tables, five of them, stretched from one end of the room to the other. Students had already taken seats there, Sora and Riku sat down at the table to the most left, in the back.
As time passed, the room filled up with more and more students, and the assembly began. Teachers stood in the front of the hall, most of them eyeing the children, picking out the bad apples and such. The children, loud with screams and laughter, were interrupted by a large man walking up one of the middle isles. He walked with large strides and was wearing a dark navy suit, on his way up he snatched a bag of junk food a child was munching on. As he reached the front of the room he passed the bag to another one of the teachers, and stood with hands behind his back. Sora eyes scanned him, a large man of dangerous height, Sora noticed half of the kids already quieting down when he entered the hall, but the others continued with their ramblings. He had a massive widows peak and his white gleaming hair was pulled back into a braid.
"He looks like trouble" Sora said softly to Riku.
"Headmaster," Riku straightened his back, "devil, he is."
He had light yellow eyes that scanned over the children like the other teachers,
"QUIET!"
Immediately all the children were silent and sitting politely on the benches. A child carried laughter afterwards, and a teacher exiting the room took him by the ear. He as he exited the room in front of everyone, he was a first year of course, all the other children's eyes followed 'til they exited. When they were sure to be gone, the children pulled their attention back to the headmaster. A moment of silence, and then he spoke,
"Welcome, to the best boys academy in the country." He began.
"You wish," Riku mumbled under his breath, eyes still locked on the bright-yellow-eyed man.
Renard Boarding school was going to be a lot of fun.
Chapter One: Stranger, You Can't Waltz… End
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(1) In some overseas boarding schools, teachers would issue the seniors to punish certain students, weather it was breaking the rules or showing/sensing lack of respect or discipline. Most upperclassmen would just beat the students but some would have cruel and unusual punishments like leaving a student out in the cold just in their underwear, maybe dousing them with water.
(2) Meh, some people are very 'race conscious', but not Sora In this story, the only one that's Japanese is Riku (those smexy eyes!)
(3) poof - homosexual (a lot of you probably already knew that)
(4) An icehouse is just that, a house filled with ice. Usually there is a well inside so the ice can be kept below ground level. This ice house becomes a key location in later chapters .
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How'd the first chappie go? Hehe. Well in the next chapter things start to get either very bad or maybe… very pleasurable for Sora… Please keep reading!