Misery
"Naminé. It's all I ask. A simple task, no one has to know."
"Diz... it's against his orders. If he found out-"
"He won't and I'll make sure of it. Naminé, I promise. For you."
The small blonde-haired girl looked over at her shorter companion and twisted her fingers together. Zexion was leaving before Sora had to wake up, Diz had ordered a specific time and specific guidelines regarding memories restored. With a small smile, she whispered
"And I thought Nobody's didn't have hearts."
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Naminé had placed so much hope in Zexion at those few moments, he could have sworn he felt a heart beat under his skin. He too had thought Nobody's didn't have hearts, but after looking into those eyes, so full of emotion and love, Zexion could tell he loved him back, even if they had never met. He could sense he knew Zexion, and he loved him more then life itself, and Zexion returned that, Zexion knew Sora loved him.
Zexion had approached Naminé with a simple task, and that was to erase some of Sora's memories to make new ones, ones of he and Zexion. Just a few, he knew Naminé would do it for him, she was nice like that. Nicer then a lot of people, even if she was a Nobody and didn't have feelings. Naminé would let her imagination do the talking, and when Sora came to meet him, his false memories would have Zexion implanted on them, so he wouldn't seem like a stranger to his first love. To be honest he thought he loved Demyx, but when he saw Sora's brown hair and mocha skin, he knew that he loved Sora more. Demyx would have understood, but Zexion didn't dare tell him- he never told anyone. Loving the enemy? A suicide. Running away with the enemy? Who would find them? Zexion WAS an illusionist.
Sora was nearing the castle, passing through worlds fastly and easily. He would meet Zexion within at least three worlds, and after he would destroy a few people and then he could meet him for the first time. Zexion knew where he was because he watched Sora from the crystals he stole from Malificent's castle, and Zexion watched him, sometimes loosing sleep and making the others worry. He'd be up for days, watching him sleep, and eat, and speak. Zexion knew exactly every word that grazed those delicious lips that he longed to touch, even for a second...
Xemnas called a meeting.
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Zexion stood there with his Lexicon in his white small hands and read out the spells from a new chapter. He memorized every one from the other four chapters, and began on the fifth upon Sora's arrival. Of course, they wouldn't have to fight, as Sora would love him at first sight like Zexion did to him. Zexion knew everything, his favorite color was blue, his favorite song was "Sanctuary" by the infamous Aerith & Yuffie, his favorite kiss, everything he said Zexion memorized. Naminé had provided him with most information, they boded over the many times Zexion sat there, watching his Pod, thinking that his lover was in there, beginning to meet him.
Naminé. He owed her.
The door to the white room opened, and in stepped the most gorgeous creature Zexion had ever laid eyes on. He looked more beautiful awake and alive and in person then he ever had in the crystals, and he restrained himself from jumping on the boy as he walked in...
"Who... who are you?" Sora's eyed widened in shock at the blue-haired stoic. He just thumbed through his book, oh god his voice was so pleasing...
"I'm whoever I am." Zexion said calmly before putting his Lexicon away. He shut it and it dissapeared into black nothing, and Sora released his keyblade into his palms. He held that pose, that movement, and Zexion smiled widley. He felt weird smiling, like something you forget to do but then you remember at the right time...
"Tell me! Who are you? You... are very familiar." He said. Naminé held wonders, he remembered a lot more then he would last minute. When things were crammed in last minute, the more you're likely to forget about a few details.
"Tell me Sora, where do you remember me?" Zexion tried to twist his emotions and his facial expressions to look like he knew, but he just wanted to know what Naminé told him so he could have a back story.
"You... my... friend? Brother? We were at the islands, and you held my hand when I was scared..." She must of replaced Riku with Zexion. She did well, she must of put work into it.
"And you smiled and hugged me and we were... friends... I think..." He said again, as his keyblade was drawn back into his soul and he retained his regular position. He looked so cute when he was thinking! Zexion could just eat him up...
Zexion took a step forward. When Sora didn't release his keyblade, he took it as a good sign. They were false memories, and they made Zexion feel bad and guilty, but Sora could forgive him. After Sora fell in love with him, it wouldn't matter, all that would matter would be their love, their never ending perfect love. Sora would see. The Organization would see. Naminé would feel guilty, but like always, she'd fade back into the wall once again, now that her purpose was up.
A few more steps. Sora's eyes watered. He stared at Zexion with his mouth parted, and he was so beautiful Zexion took another step. Sora's lip began to quiver, and Zexion wondered what was making his baby cry like that. No one could make his baby cry, and if it was his memories, it was Zexion's job to make it all better. When Zexion took another step, the distance between the wall and Sora and himself grew shorter. Sora was only at least two inches smaller then he, and he could almost smell the sweet, tangy poupu fruit off his mouth, he could almost feel Sora's smooth skin in his hands as he basked gloriously.
"You are my god, Sora..." Zexion whispered. Sora took another step back, pressing his back to the wall. Sora's keyblade still did not appear. It would not appear, because Sora 'knew' him. Sora had those memories.
"n...no." Sora quivered. He shook like an earthquake, and Zexion outstretched his hand towards Sora, wanting him to touch it, to feel him, to love him like no one else could. Zexion could feel him already, how long he waited for this moment.
Sora released the keyblade, but didn't move. Tears stained his eyes. Zexion frowned.
"What is your name?" Sora whispered. Zexion did not answer, and only put his hands on his shoulders, just to feel him under him, all he wanted was a taste...
"Name-" Sora was cut off. "You don't know how long I've waited for this, Sora, wielder of the key-blade..."
Zexion pushed his lips to Sora's. Sora's key-blade dropped to the floor with a clang, bouncing off the tile. But Zexion did not care about the key-blade, no, not this time. Sora was much more important then any key-blade, Sora was more important then Zexion's own life.
Sora moaned underneath him and squirrmed. Zexion took this to mean "More" and continued, placing hands all over Sora's body, running fingers up his hips and down around his thighs. Those pants were beginning to irritate him, there were so many straps, it would require some assistance, but Zexion took the easier root. Pulling away for just a few seconds, Sora gasped and choked for air.
"Zexion..." He breathed.
Something inside Zexion snapped.
Ripping off Sora's shirt he tossed it to the floor and unzipped his own jacket, throwing it to the floor as well. Sora gasped, and writhed against the wall, tossing his head back and screaming. In pleasure, Zexion thought, he must want more. Sora raked his fingers across the wall, trying to get away, or closer to Zexion...
Zexion tore off Sora's pants and then his own. Such beauty, such brilliance, the way his skin shone against the white marble floor and walls, oh how beautiful he looked while in such pleasure and agony, such gorgeous features, it was a sin to put these in such clothing, but there should be gods clothes to fit such a beautiful person.
Zexion pushed off their underwear in great haste, like the place was on fire. In Zexion's 'heart' it was, it was so beautiful that he only wanted more, he wanted to feel this great creature against his skin, for he was not worthy of such devine pleasure.
Sora kicked. And screamed. Zexion's only thought was his beauty and his soul, as he pushed himself in, as he warned him to relax or it would hurt a lot more then it should, but Sora didn't listen. Sora should have listened as blood filled the floor around his body, as Zexion pulled him to the ground and forced him to lie on his back as Zexion helped him feel better, helped the tears stop flowing. The only thought, the only perfection...
"Shhh, Shhh, it will get better, I promise." Sora liked it. He could tell from his growing erection, no matter how many tears and screams he yelled, Zexion was sure they were from bliss, a perfect vision, he and Zexion were finally complete as one, Sora did not have to worry anymore. Zexion pushed himself further into Sora, Sora's legs wrapping around his body and his nails digging into Zexion's back with bliss. Zexion knew it was bliss.
He thrust again. And again, harder, picking up speed, watching as Sora's perfect hair bounced and his face contort into bliss as he screamed, pulling his head back as Zexion kissed his neck and then bit into it like a vampire. A hickey for his one true love, to SHOW people that Sora was his. Sora was all his...
Zexion threw his head back and hissed as Sora tightened against him and released on his stomach. Such a lovely liquid, everything Sora does was amazing and beautiful, it was impossible for a human like him to be so beautiful, he must be a greek god.
Sora's legs became limp and fell off his 'lover', as Zexion got up and pulled his clothing back on, leaving Sora there to cry. Cry because of such beauty, Zexion thought, as he opened a portal to warp into Naminé's room to thank her, to even go as far as hugging her, for she is what brought them both together.
Sora bled on the floor, sobbing as he sat there, defeated, his key-blade two feet away from him.
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Demyx walked by the room in which Sora and Zexion would be battling. He heard screams, obviously not from Zexion, and smiled to himself as he walked away. Zexion must have been doing a pretty good job to make him scream like that!
He skipped away to tell Luxord.
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"Naminé, you have realized Zexion has... ahem... sexually assulted the master key-barer and has not been found anywhere?"
"Wha- what? I... I didn't know about this... Mr. Diz, I... I..."
"Save your breath dear Naminé, you could have possibly have had anything to do with it. I'm just saying it's probably a good idea to erase this memory completely. It will mess the poor child up." The man with red bandages over his face spoke lowly and quickly like he had somewhere to be.
"I... Mr. Diz, you realize all memories still remain, they just remain in the back of the head, hidden, and sometimes are re-sought out by the person, it's impossible to erase a memory-"
"Then work your best to put it far out of sight for Sora. He will thank you if he knew." Diz turned around and walked away, out of the room, leaving Naminé looking at a screen with a bleeding boy on it, sobbing. She knew it couldn't be Sora. Sora was light, and cheerful.
A warp appeared in her room, and out stepped the fabled Zexion. Naminé held her breath, how could he have done something like that? Zexion was a good man, she was sure...
"Naminé, I must thank you, so much." He said, not noticing the screen where Sora was. Naminé answered him quickly.
"I must erase a previous... ahem... memory. Of you and him. In the white room." Naminé held her breath again, hoping to god he wouldn't be angry. When he just looked at her with a confused expression.
"What happened... might... throw him off. Of his game, right?" She composed herself. Zexion smiled, looking up at the screen, walking forward and touching it, before turning around and opening a portal.
"If that's what it takes" he sighed. "Then I suppose. I can always do it again another time, right?" He smiled widely, like an old friend you met up with. Zexion walked through the portal to attend to some other buisness. Naminé sighed and put her hands up to her head, hiding her face.
"What have I DONE?"
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End
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