A/N: Ugh, this thing took me ages to write! But I somehow managed, yay!. How I got the idea? By visiting a prison in Tongrues. It wasn't in use anymore (hell, I wouldn't go in there if there were still murderers and convicts), just open for tourists and such. So I thought, "Hey, why not? It could become a great story!"
Anyway, I hope you will all like it, so go read now! :D
Beta: Seka-Chan. She's the shizzle, dude xD. Aaand my Mom :3
P.O.V.: this chapter will be told in Riku's point of view.
Genres: a mixture between Romance, Crime, Action and Drama.
Warnings: violence, murder, blood, lemon. This is a boyxboy fic, so don't read if you don't like it.
Disclaimer: The day that Riku and Sora are making out in the Gummi Ship or on the beach (or in the secret cave) of Destiny Islands, then I own the game. Unfortunately: such good things will never happen, and thus I will never own Kingdom Hearts. Tetsuya Nomura has all the luck... Unless I become his (young) wife 8D.
What will we do?
What will we say?
When it's the end of this game that we play?
Will we crumble into the dust, my friend?
Or will we start this game over again?
- Dangerous Game by 3 Doors Down
Chapter I: Would you be my prey?
"Don't let him escape! After him!"
The clashing of boots on the wet pavement echoed through the empty and sinister streets. It was already night, making it easier for me to hide behind the garbage without being seen.
I stood still for a moment until I jumped upwards onto the frail stairway attached to the old building, not making a sound, in exception of the steel chains that were hanging loosely around my wrists, clanking against the metallic, rusted handrail and plain spindles.
In the background I could hear the officer barking orders to his men to scan every street within a radius of five kilometres, and to shoot if necessary. It only took two minutes before two policemen came running down the street where I was hiding.
I tried to flatten my body against the wall, in the shadows, where no one could see me. Holding my breath I waited for the men beneath to walk away, which they fortunately did when they had assumed that nothing was here. No-one ever looks up. To be sure that the path was clear I waited for about five more minutes, then hopped off the old stairs and cautiously walked through the deserted streets.
Apparently, the cops went the other way around, making it a lot easier for me to escape. I grinned from under my long black cape, hiding the chains away from the passers-by.
"They're getting even more stupid by the day." I said while turning around, not seeing the woman and thus bumping into her.
"My, what a handsome boy you are! What's your name, dear?" she asked, not once minding that someone just had walked into her. Psht. Whores.
I, the fugitive, ignored her and started walking away from the scantily dressed woman but was quickly stopped by a feminine hand on my shoulder. I roughly shoved it off.
"I don't need attention from a whore. Go get laid by some filthy, old rich man. By your looks you could use the money." And I left her on the spot wide-mouthed and with tear-filled eyes.
Honestly, I couldn't care less what happened to the others, and only bothered with myself. I had to, if I wanted to survive nowadays. It's not like someone would save me. I was a criminal, after all.
I sighed and stared at the numerous colourful panels, the light blinking from time to time. The big city, Traverse Town. And quite unfortunately the bad side of the city. Not that I minded it. Anything was better at the moment than my cold cell. The only thing I needed to do was to find a place to eat and sleep.
A place where I could hide from the cops, which would surely call enforcement in a few hours.
Question was: where? I had no money, and I didn't intend to sleep in some piss-reeking box on the cold ground. I am an escapee, not a tramp. And yes, there's a huge difference between those two.
Pride, much?
Of course, I could always take someone as my hostage, stay over at his or her place and threaten that person with death if he or she didn't cooperate.
Not directly the best thing, but it was better than trying nothing at all and get caught by those dogs.
My thoughts got interrupted as I heard voices again. I was not going to take risks to continue walking so I scanned the place to hide somewhere out of view.
Luckily I was in a street with a few little dark alleys but I groaned as soon as I saw garbage containers again. It wasn't exactly the best time to stop and glare at the smelly things; the footsteps were getting closer.
With much dismay I dove into the engulfing darkness and tried my former tactic again, flattening my body against the brick walls. I had enough of trash, thank you very much.
My eyes were half lidded, mind and ears concentrating on nearby sounds. When it got closer and closer, I could determine that it was only a little group of teenagers, talking and laughing.
Automatically, my body pressed more against the wall and the nails that were poking out of the stones started to prod my back – not a nice feeling – when the group slowly came into view.
It was a bunch of idiots. Just by looking at the red-haired boy and his catlike smile I knew they were some kind of troublemakers. Or at least he looked like one; like a fricking pyromaniac.
I bet he would create fire explosions just to burn his damn toast.
The second boy had weird blond hair that was sticking up on one side, a blush spread across his face and his very blue eyes were glaring at the previously mentioned pyromaniac. I guessed that the cause was a wandering hand of the red-head groping the boy's ass, his emerald eyes sparkling with something I could relate to lust – and love, of course, but mostly lust.
The two girls that were walking behind the couple (I decided it was a couple since they wouldn't stop groping and kissing each other) were giggling and chattering about clothes and cute little blondes.
I think they were sisters, but I'm not quite sure. They only looked alike with the height and eye colour. One had blonde hair and wore a white neat dress; the other one that had her arm linked with hers had auburn hair and was dressed in a pink dress with zippers.
After the short "inspection" and concluding that they couldn't be older than sixteen (except for the fire dude, who probably was around eighteen), my eyes wandered to the last member of the group.
I was astounded, to say the least.
His spiky – very spiky – chocolate brown hair was standing up everywhere, completely defying gravity, and somewhere back in my mind he reminded me a bit of Cloud, a prison friend I had shared a cell with.
Apparently he hadn't noticed that his friends were walking further down the street while he was cutely staring at some fine adorned cakes behind the window display.
"I so want to taste a piece of that caramel cake…" I heard him murmuring.
I think I had made a choice.
Coming out of my hiding place where I surprisingly didn't get seen, I sauntered to where the kid was standing and just when I was about to place my hand on his shoulder, a loud voice reached my ears.
"Sora, are you coming? We gonna leave you behind if you don't hurry up!" It was that blondie, who was waving with his arms to show that he needed to speed up.
But that wasn't what I worried about. When "Sora" heard his name he turned his face away from the window only to stare into mine.
I think I died on the spot.
His eyes were one of the most purest blue I've ever seen in my entire life, and do trust me: I've seen a lot of blue, and none of that colour could compare to this type of blue. The colour of the sky…
I'm being cheesy here, am I not ?
The boy kept staring at me until he realized it and a deep red blush tinted his cheeks. He opened his mouth to say something – maybe to greet? – but closed it again when he couldn't find anything to say.
I took a quick glance behind me to see if his friends were waiting, but they weren't. They were almost rounding the corner. If I wanted to capture him, I had to do it now.
The brown-haired teenager finally stopped staring when he saw that he was left behind. Uttering a quick goodbye, he dashed forward up to his group.
Alas, he only got that far before my hand clasped around his wrist and roughly pulled him back, his back pressed against my chest. The brunette yelped and my hand came into view when I placed it over his mouth to silence him. Like I was imaging he started struggling to get free, but I was a lot stronger than the kid and held him firmly.
I had to act fast before someone would see us and cause some audience, or worse: call reinforcements.
Lowering my face to the other one his ear I whispered something.
"Stay silent and don't move, or I won't hesitate to slit your pretty throat. Got it?"
He stopped struggling right away. I guess he knew it was no use to fight when you were quite a bit weaker than your aggressor, especially when you got threatened with death.
"I promise I won't hurt you if you listen to me. I want you to lead me to your home."
"B-but I didn't do anything! Why are you attacking me?"
"Because you were the easiest prey to catch. Now stop asking questions and walk! And don't try to do anything suspicious, I mean it. I will kill you." The boy gulped and his trembling little body started to shake even more.
Of course I didn't really mean it. I would never kill someone who caught my attention, and this little fellow was very interesting, so interesting that I wouldn't let him go for a while.
I loosened my grip and gently pushed him forward, mentioning Sora to move. I walked close to him, and I could feel his eyes watching me every now and then, clenching and unclenching his fingers. He was nervous, I could tell. Understandable: would you not freak out when some stranger suddenly aggressed you?
After a rough ten or twenty minutes of walking in and out of streets, and coming into a district, Sora finally stopped in front of what seemed like the most strangest apartment I have ever seen.
On the outside it was totally black, the windows a light blue tint. The door was grey and the graffiti sprawled on the building formed a huge alien-like monster with antennas and big yellow eyes. Its fangs were just painted around the door, so that when you entered the apartment it was like you were going to be eaten by the demon.
I frowned. Sure this couldn't be his real home, right? It looked a bit too… cruel; not fitting his appearance or even his personality from what I've seen so far. I wanted to ask him about it but he interrupted me before I could.
"Uhm, I know it looks weird, but this is where I live. I don't have the money to buy myself a decent house or apartment, and no one wanted to live in this one, so I bought it. It was pretty cheap too."
"Oh, I see." Silence.
"Well, let's enter it before the police comes."
Sora ran (forgetting for a few moments that he wasn't authorized to do so) towards the intimidating building and searched through his pockets after the key.
I came standing beside him and waited, until he murmured a soft "Found it," and unlocked the grey door. He opened it and stepped inside, me following suite.
Once inside I scanned around and I think my eyes were going to fall out of their sockets.
This wasn't an apartment: it was a fricking huge house! Only from the outside it looked like a rotting building, but this was something I truly never expected to see.
No money? Psht, yeah right.
Everything was neat, the walls were painted a soft orange and the furniture was a modern white and light yellow colour. The curtains were auburn and the long (and I think pretty expensive) carpet looked soft, making me want to touch it and roll on it like a little kid.
I had totally forgotten about Sora until I heard small footsteps tiptoeing away. Instantly my instincts kicked in and I jumped on the boy, surprising him. He yelped and fell face first on the early mentioned soft carpet (it felt so nice!).
He laid under me, immobilised. I sat on his back – near his cute little bum – and quite comfy if I may say. Again, he tried to get me off him, but with that little power he had, he stood, again, no chance against me. Did he ever learn?
"It's no use, Sora. You are just making it more difficult for you."
"S-Shut up! I know that, but at least I can try!"
"Don't tell me to shut up! I'm the one who's holding you captive, so don't turn the roles and think that you can command me!" I was not really angry, just a bit irritated: I hated it when people told me to shut my mouth.
He was quiet after that, his body slightly trembling under me. I think he was crying – or going to. Sighing I got off him and sat on the carpet instead. It stayed quiet, until Sora started speaking.
"Why did you had to take me and come here, why not someone else?" he sobbed.
"I told you already: you were the only person who was alone that moment and you seemed like an easy person to capture, so I just took my chance. It was a matter of surviving."
"Yeah, well, you are bringing my life into danger by doing that!" he screamed.
I was shocked by his slight outburst, but quickly regained my composure and smiled. He stopped with screaming when he saw the smile.
"No, your life is not in danger, not if you obey me. And besides…" my smile gradually changed into a devilish grin. Sora became nervous again, his eyes slightly getting bigger.
"You are mine, and I won't let anything nor anyone come near you. I swear it on my best friend – wherever he may be – his head."
I leisurely approached the brunette and he backed away, but got trapped when his back hit the wall. Crawling closer and closer until I reached his legs, I pried them apart and positioned myself between them.
Pure fear could be read in Sora's eyes, but that did not stop me. I placed my left hand on the left side of his head and my right hand on the right side of his head. There was no way out for him (unless he kicked in my balls but I don't think he'd have that idea now).
He still tried to back away; almost crushing himself against the wall, but it was useless; he just didn't realise it yet.
"Now, now Sora. Don't be so panicky; I won't hurt you."
He didn't hear me, or he ignored me. He was frantically searching a way out. It would not work, though: once a prey had prickled my interest, it would never escape my claws.
Taking his chin with one hand, I stared deep in his eyes, holding his gaze. He stopped moving and just stared back. His eyes were so hypnotising, his lips to tempting, he was mine.
"You are my precious little hostage, my little prey…"
My face came dangerously closer to his lips, but still Sora didn't do anything to stop me: he kept staring straight at me.
"And I will never let you go." And our lips locked with each other, our eyes slowly closing.
Sora, Sora, Sora.
You are mine.
To be continued…
A/N: And that, my little puppies, was the first part of Sweet Hostage.
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