A/N: This chapter was Beta read by Riru-chan. Thank you for doing a great job beta-ing this.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy nor either of their characters.
Gray-purple miasma curled in the sky, letting only the weakest rays of light filter through. Human evolution allowed only a few humans to withstand the miasma, most citizens were sickly while others were dying.
Those fortunate to be blessed with nature's immunity clung desperately to the hope that future generations would continue to build resistant to the miasma poisoning; the rest hoped a real immunity against the poisoning would be born.
The city was a dark dreary place, given to fits of rain. The dark gray buildings often looked black because of the lack of sunlight, especially at night, like tall spires threatening to topple and crush what was left of the broken city.
Some said the harsh gray-purple sky was a result of the corruption of the population that dwelled beneath it. If that was true, then Organization XIII was the pinnacle of the pollution.
The brunet's eyes closed softly as the still-warm blood splattered on his face. His hands were shaking as he tried to block out the laughing he heard behind him, as he yanked the knife out as smoothly as possible.
His silver-haired fiend of a partner was revelling in his kill, stabbing the corpse for the fifth time.
His own victim fell to the ground with a wet thud. He bowed his head, and while he had lost faith long ago, he said a prayer to nothing in particular.
He hated it when he was partnered with the silver-haired psycho. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to avoid it since starting at the company. The silver fiend took a perverse pleasure in assassinating his targets - his "prey," as he called them. He always laughed as he stabbed the bleeding bodies more times than was necessary.
The silver-haired maniac stopped stabbing the hapless corpse, coming over to wrap his arms around the brunet.
Both were splattered in blood, but the silver haired man was soaked in it. The brunet always made the killing as quick and painless as he could, but the silver one could care less how long or painfully his prey writhed in his grasp, as long as he got to feel the life fleeing and the warm blood gushing over his hands.
"Why do you enjoy killing so much?" he asked, head turned away, eyes looking towards the ground, filled with a desolate hopelessness.
"I don't know." He could feel the shrug the other gave as he answered blandly.
A pause - a sticky face nuzzling into a warm neck.
"Why do you kill?" he whispered, not curious, just reflecting the question back.
"I just do."
Silence, as the blood congealed slowly on the floor as it leaked out of the corpses. Arms left more blood stains as they tightened onto the waist they were wrapped around. A warm laugh and a single tear lingered in the deadened room.
Sora huffed as he slammed the door shut behind him. After returning from the assignment, Sora had stormed away from Riku, snarling under his breath, his usual amiable nature making way for something that seethed. His face was blood-flecked, bits of skin from Riku's most horrendous kill of the night clinging to his arms.
They looked like bits of blood soaked meat. Without thought, just feeling, he tore his clothes off. After divesting himself of his clothes, he stood under the shower head as he twisted the knob, hard.
He stood under the freezing water as long as he could stand to before tearing it to the hot side, the sudden temperature change searing his skin. It felt hotter than it was, tearing a tired gasp from Sora's chapped lips. Faintly red water swirled down the drain of the square shower stall. A thin plastic curtain kept him sheltered from the rest of the room. His brown hair, which usually stood in bouncy spikes, was plastered to his head and face, some strands hanging in front of his clear emotion-clouded blue eyes.
He faintly heard the door to the lower level room open. He ignored it, focusing solely on finished up. He proceeded to wash up, shampooing his hair and lathering up his body. After cautiously looking around, Sora speedily conditioned his hair. He lingered indulgently before shedding off the water. Sora had set a towel on a bench about a foot away from the row of plain square shower stalls.
At least he knew the other person in the room wasn't Riku - that bastard never came to wash up afterwards. Riku often went to his own rooms to shower. Sora preferred showering in here since it was closer to the entrance of the building.
"Yo. Sora, right?"
Sora blinked in surprise at the voice, recognizing it as Reno's right away. Weird. He had thought Reno was on assignment with the rest of the T.U.R.K.S. The older man had been in the Turks as long as Sora had been in the Organization.
Sora noticed distantly that the scraps of flesh too big to fall through the grating still were resting against the drain. Shaking his head to free his hair of loose droplets, Sora opened the curtains and stepped out, paying no attention to Reno's lewd stare. Calmly walking to the bench, Sora grabbed the towel to wrap his waist, tugging the towel tightly around him as it slid to his hips.
He saw Reno roll his eyes out of the corner of his eye. Smiling with a bit of amusement, Sora grabbed his bloody and torn clothing, dumping them in the laundry basket on his way out.
Sora's footsteps left wet trails as his feet slapped damply on the tiled floor in the hallway.
The hall was empty and quiet, Sora's footsteps making the only sound as he steadily walked through it. He came to the elevator without running into anyone. As he waited to arrive on the tenth floor, Sora shivered as chilly air hit his naked skin.