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Chapter 1 Down the Rabbit Hole
Everything was dark; that was all Namine could remember. She prayed she had gotten away safely from the raging villagers, never to return home for fear of her life. She felt the cold touch her skin while mysteriously being carried from someone. She didn't who was carrying her, and she feared the outcome if she did. She felt safe though, finding the person who was carrying her to be gentle and comforting; although his body felt cold like ice. She embraced the feeling though, moaning when she felt something wet and warm lick up her cheek.
Something wet…
Namine burst wide-awake, feeling something splash over her sleeping face. She let out a terrified yelp, looking around her surroundings, finding nothing to be familiar to her. She heard someone shouting beside her though, turning to see a brown haired girl with loose strands of curls around her collarbones. She also had amazing bright green eyes to her peachy colored skin. She was wearing a Victorian like yellow sundress, beautiful designs covering around the hem.
"Rikku! I told you to hold that bowl of water steady!" The green-eyed girl shouted, holding a small towel in her hands with a fierce grip.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The little blonde pixie said, flying around the room with pure panic.
Namine had yelped from seeing such a thing, falling off her bed and scurrying off into a corner, "W-wh-who—ar-are-yo—you?" She stuttered, embracing her legs to her chest; that's when she realized she was in nothing more than a white skimpy nightgown.
She let out a yelp of embarrassment, trying to cover herself. Olette giggled from the girl's innocent reaction, calling her back over to the bed.
"Come now, dear. I won't bite. I may be a siren, but I only go after the men." She winked, "Now, let me finish cleaning you up. You have an audience with our master after all."
"Ma—mast—master?" She asked, gripping herself into a ball in the corner. She didn't know if she could trust any of these people or not; and was that thing a fairy?
"Yes, the Heartless King!" Rikku happily exclaimed, "He's the one who saved you and brought you here!" She flew to the girl's face, causing her to flinch back in fright.
"Rikku, that's enough! Don't you see you're scaring the poor thing?" Namine looked to her left, spotting a tall man with fire-red hair that looked to be pulled back like a hedgehog. He also had two small green triangles underneath his dazzling olive eyes, along with two dangerous looking small horns on his forehead. His cloths looked shredded and damaged, he looked to be some sort of mischievous sprite.
She trembled when she saw a set of long canines across his teeth, the man grinning down at the girl with amusement, "So, this is the girl that has everyone talking in the castle." He crouched down to expect her tear driven face, "Better hurry and pretty her up, Olette. The master is getting impatient." He soon received a hard hit upon his head.
He looked up while rubbing his head, spotting Paine and Yuna who were glaring down at him, "You're not suppose to be here, Axel." Yuna appointed, giving him a motherly scold.
"Yeah, so why don't you buzz off." Paine interjected, her eyes burning their natural red. Namine just stood quiet, not believing anything she was seeing.
"Alright, alright." He said, shuffling himself out of the room, "I was only curious to see what our young master had found." He opened the door, "I'll be taking my leave." He then closed it, giving the girl a wicked grin before vanishing.
"What…what…was he?" Namine asked, finally deciding to pick herself off the dusty and cold rigid floor.
"Who, Axel? He's a regular fire heartless demon. He's actually quite friendly once you get to know him. Now come here." Olette beckoned her back to the bed.
Namine followed her call, the three fairies circling the girl with great interest, "She looks like an angel!" Yuna said happily, finding Namine's features bright and pure.
She blushed from the compliment, never expecting such words after being called a witch all her life. She sat on the bed, bringing the covers up to her to cover the lower half of her body.
"There now you see, we're not going to hurt you." Olette once again reassured, summoning Yuna and the girls to bring another bowl of water.
Namine looked around the large room, finding everything to be dark and gloomy with plum colored curtains on the windows. It still seemed to be dark outside, the black haunting trees starting to turn white as the snow fell down from the sky.
The bed she was laying on looked like an ordinary bed, nothing really special about it. She hummed in pain as Olette dapped the moist towel on her head, rubbing it gently against her skin.
"You had some cuts on your face, but nothing too severe that my healing magic can't handle." She smiled warmly, dapping the towel into the bowl again to create more moisture.
"Where is this? Where am I exactly?" Namine finally asked, finding herself calm down a little over her awakening.
"Oh, sorry, we haven't really introduced ourselves yet, haven't we?" Namine just stared at the girl as she chuckled softly, "Well, let me start by saying that my name is Olette. These three little pixies you see here…" She pointed to the three who were waving at Namine, Paine giving a short nod. "The brown haired one is Yuna; the blond is Rikku; and the grumpy looking one with the red eyes is Paine."
"They are the master's personal messengers and seekers of treasure; or any other thing they might find with him during their patrols around the border. Which sort of leads to the reason how they found you." She spoke with delight, Namine still feeling perturbed over her newfound situation.
"Are you really enchanting creatures?" She looked over to the three little sprites, remembering hearing Olette also saying how she was a siren.
"Yes, in the Realm of Darkness and Light. We have many strange creatures and beings of a kind. Our young lord just so happens to be the Heartless King, who rules over the Realm of Darkness. And let me do say, it's rare for him to find interest in a girl like you." She said with a sly look, standing up from her chair.
"Wait, this can't be real!" Namine began to become frantic, thinking she must be dreaming, "The legends of the Heartless King are just bedtime stories to scare little children; not that I was ever afraid of the tales, but he's only a myth!" She exclaimed, eyes opening wide in astonishment.
"I can assure you, he and the Realm of Darkness are very real. How can people believe the Realm of Light and not the darkness?" She spoke with a manner of fact, becoming troubled by the thought of how people try to forget the darkness.
"Now, I'm sure the master shall answer all your questions." She said, heading to an old wooden closet case. She opened the hatchet to it, spreading the doors apart widely to skim through interior of clothing that was inside.
"Larxene shall help you with your bath, so you can be cleaned up before meeting with our master. He really is impatient at times you know." She turned around, still seeing Namine under the covers of the bed, "Well, what are you waiting for? Come on dear, move along."
Namine didn't know what else to do, she was used to following orders, so she did what Olette had commanded her to do. She decided she would have to speak with this 'Heartless King' directly to get her answers of what he was planning to do with her.
Olette soon placed a gothic red and black dress on the bed that she decided Namine was going to wear. It was a rather beautiful looking dress, the sleeves being long with a split of red by the end, the color standing out from amongst the black. It also had a tight looking corset around the bosom and abdomen area, a perfect dress indeed to reveal perfect curves of the figure. It had little twists of curls designed in black around the front of the dress, circling around the open collar. It truly looked like something that would attract the Heartless King's attention, as Olette had thought cunningly to herself.
She then turned to the three awaiting sprites, "Yuna, Rikku, Paine; the three of you go inform the lord that his lady guest shall be ready to see him soon."
"Aye, aye, ma'am!" Rikku saluted, already taking off in a burst of sparkling dust. Paine and Yuna did the same, "We'll be sure to give him the message." Yuna spoke lightheartedly, both her and Paine vanishing in thin air.
Namine had just stared at the sight with pure wonderment and awe. She was fascinated over everything she was learning; it was like a fairy-tale come to life.
"Now, now, come on. If there's anyone you shouldn't let wait, it's Larxene." Olette took her hand, pulling her away from the bed and out the door.
They walked out of the room, already taking a causal stroll down the hall. Namine became amazed over the people who had passed by her, not even caring about her attire anymore. There were many creatures of the source, some little cute black looking creatures that had antennas on their heads with beady yellow eyes.
"What are they?" Namine asked, the hall lighting up with magical candles overhead like they were under a spell. She then saw enchanted living mops that walked with buckets of water in their hands; she couldn't believe it.
"Oh, those little guys are known as heartless. Oh, and don't mind the mops, there under a spell from the great Heartless King himself to clean the castle." She giggled, actually spotting Larxene not too far ahead.
She had stomped out of the room with a furious expression, kicking out a duck and a rather large looking dog. They looked to be something out of a nightmare, but they surely didn't look all that scary in Namine's opinion.
The duck looked to be tall enough to reach Namine's pale knees, his body wrapped with dirty strings; he looked to be an undead mummy. He also had an invisible stomach, making her wonder how he was attached to himself.
The dog looked to be mad; one eye having a swirl design in it while the other was red. He also had a screw in his head, his cloths knitted sloppily with dirty and greasy looking patches. He also had furry like feet and hands that seeped through out of his cloths. She couldn't believe such a pair of individuals existed in the Realm of Darkness.
"You two stay out here! You guys are getting in my way in preparing the bath!" Larxene shouted; sending sparks out of her body and creating a magnetic field around her that attracted dust particles to her.
"There she goes again with that temper." Olette said with a disappointed sigh, watching the candles go out one by one from the blonde haired woman's rage of thunder.
Olette dashed forward to stop Larxene's anger upon the two animals, "Larxene, calm down. You know how Goofy and Donald are." She smiled at the two who stopped cowering over Larxene's screeching voice of doom.
"Olette, about time you showed up." The woman gave the girl an impatient look, looking behind her to spot Namine, "That must be the girl. So, what is she waiting for!? Hey you! Get over here so we can clean you up already!" Namine jumped with fright from the menacing woman's tone, jogging over to her with a timid like posture.
The woman glared down at the little girl, "Well? What are you waiting for? Get in there already!!" Namine yelped in surprise, bowing down to the woman and entering inside the room where the tub was.
She couldn't believe how quickly everything was moving for her; they really didn't want to make this Heartless King wait any longer than he already had. She had just woken up into a crazy world, where things that should have stayed in books were actually real!
She soon heard Olette's voice behind her, "I'll be waiting back in the room…um…oh pardon me, I never quite got your name?" She laughed, actually feeling ashamed of herself.
"Oh, it's Namine; Namine Buldbagins." She spoke with a generous smile.
"Namine Buldbagin, pleasure to meet your acquaintances." She said cheerfully, giving an improving nod towards a growing friendship.
"Are we done here? Or do we really want to face his lordship's wrath?" Larxene interpolated, twirling her fingers to create a surging power of electricity.
"Heavens no! All right, I'll be off then! Make sure to clean her well for the master, Larxene." Olette said, speeding down the hall to get the rest of Namine's outfit ready.
While that, both Donald and Goofy took off without a word, leaving the girl in Larxene's care.
She shut the door with a slam, turning to the girl with a devilish grin, "Alright then, let's see what's under there." Namine blushed, looking behind her to see the murky green herbal water.
She screamed as she felt Larxene's hands on her, the woman stripping the short nightgown right off her pale naked body.
"Hmmm, pretty perky if I do say so myself." She said, actually poking one of Namine's round, but plumpish breasts.
The girl became hysterical; flinching away from the touch, "Don't touch there!" She shouted, her face starting to heat up like a steam engine.
"Oh, calm down! We're women here! Besides, I wanted to check the package you'll be caring to my master." Larxene spoke wickedly, her mind running into the gutter.
She pushed the girl into the tub, causing her to yelp in surprise. She shivered in the water as she discovered it was cold. She tried to warm her body, wrapping her arms to the front of her chest to cover them.
"Wow, they're really pink there." Larxene said in amazement, "I could see why the young lord had taken a liking to you." She laughed aloud, not getting enough of the flustered girl's reaction, "Oh, you're too fun to tease." She used the heat of her powers to warm the tub from the bottom, the surge boiling the water to become warm again for Namine's shivering body.
Namine became horrified from the woman's words, becoming concern for the protection of her virgin body. She didn't even know how he looked like, for all she knew, he could be like a wrinkly old geezer; like Ansem! The thought caused her face to become blue in terror. The legend said the Heartless King should be about two hundred years old, so the possibility was strong. Still, they did say young lord, didn't they?
Larxene placed some soap on the girl's head, getting into washing her hair, "You're so pale, but you're hair and body are so soft and smooth." She complimented, soon going down in washing the girl's body; she wasn't gentle either. She had rubbed Namine's with rough strokes with the sponge, making the girl wince in pain.
'She's obviously isn't a gentle lover.' Namine said within her mind, her face grimacing in pain.
Larxene then cackled and said, "I'm sure his Lordship will have a better job in taking care of your body." She grinned evilly, never having enough of Namine's gullible reactions as the girl buried herself into the water, creating small bubbles as she murmured with a red-hot face.
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Olette heard the door knocking, going to it right away after having a small talk with Hayner in the room. He was there to report how their lord was getting anxious and will not tolerate to wait any longer for the girl. He had told Olette how serious he had sounded and didn't expect the girl to have such a influence on him when she didn't even really met him yet.
She had opened the door, revealing Larxene who shoved a perplexed Namine into the room. The girl only had a towel around her naked body, causing Hayner to have a nosebleed from such exposed curves and skin. Olette saw this, ordering Hayner that it was time for him to leave. It was at this time that Rikku, Paine, and Yuna had arrived back.
"The lord isn't happy over the progress were going~." Rikku had said in a singsong voice, but was still showing a bubbly face as ever.
"Alright, we need to hurry then. Hayner, you get out! Why don't you tell the master that Namine will be arriving shortly; Larxene, you can go with him." She demanded, already shoving the brown-eyed boy out the room.
"Oh, I'll report to him alright. I'll also tell him about what our young guest is holding underneath all that clothing as well." Namine blushed from the woman's words, trying to hide her heated face behind her hands.
It wasn't long until Olette had thrown Hayner and Larxene out, the both of them agreeing to leave. She sighed, shaking her head and then giving a few claps to call the three pixies over.
"Yuna, Paine, you help Namine in her dress. Rikku, you help me with her hair." They all agreed, already getting themselves to work.
Namine tried to respond; the circumstances of her situation moving way too fast for her to even swallow anything in. She was overwhelmed and dazzled at the same time, not making any ends meet with either emotion. She had woke up, only to be thrust into this mad world of make believe as some offering to the Heartless King; truly she had to be dreaming?
Paine and Yuna had rushed over to the dress right away, ordering Namine to lift her arms as they dropped it on top of her. They needed to hurry so they wouldn't get in trouble by their young and powerful master.
Namine struggled to get the black and red dress on, the corset pulling her bosoms up, making it seem like they were about to pop out. Olette was glad how the dress brought out that feature to her, glowing with glee over her accomplishment in pleasing her lord.
Namine gasped from the sight, trying to convince Olette for another dress that wasn't so…erotic. Olette of course, find no need for that, only explaining how Namine was overreacting.
As soon as the dress fitted, Olette placed a black choker around Namine's slender neck, a small black cross dangling at the front. She then brought the girl's hair off her shoulder, Rikku jabbing a beautiful ruby covered pin to hold the hair up in place. Namine was ready, but not after Olette finished the last touch by putting on some rose-colored lipstick on Namine's pink and lushes lips.
"There, you are ready." Olette had chimed, telling Yuna to go fetch Axel to escort the girl to the grand hall room were the Heartless King was waiting.
"Um, Olette, I'm not too sure about this." Namine had spoke in a low and scared tone, "I think this is moving too fast."
"Oh, but we must not keep him waiting! You can explain everything to each other when you see him, I'm sure." She smiled, having no care or trouble in her mind.
It didn't take long for Yuna to come back, a rushing fire demon following right from behind her, "I'm here, now let's take her already before he gets any more intolerant."
Olette nodded, "Agreed, we must not keep him waiting any longer; or it will be trouble for all of us. " Yuna, Rikku, and Paine then nudged and pushed Namine to Axel who had taken her arm like a gentlemen. He bowed down to Namine, motioning his arm out for them to take their leave.
Namine could hear the girls down the hallway as she walked with Axel, the four of them cheering her on and wishing her luck. They made it seemed like she was getting married or something.
It was at that point she heard a low chuckle come from Axel. She looked up at him, seeing his fangs point out from his upper lips, "You're something special to think you have his attention. You should feel honored."
"Honored?" She asked skeptically, looking down at her flowing dress, "I only knew about the Heartless King in legends. This all seemed so surreal to me."
"Well, it's real, and you better get used to it fast. I don't know if he'll even let you out of his sight once he sees you; because in the Realm of Darkness, everything is his eyes." He then began to pick up pace, "Hurry now, we shouldn't dawdle in out conversation."
Namine squeaked, trying to match pace with Axel's long legs with her short ones. They made it down a certain hall, and she could feel the aura of the darkness consuming her after each step she took. It wasn't a menacing atmosphere; it was actually quite soothing to her soul. It made her feel wanted and secured, like it would never let anything else touch her body besides it's own. Is this what Axel meant of the darkness being a part of the Heartless King?
They soon made it to a dead-end, a large wooden door meeting them at the end. Namine took notice though when she saw the duck and wolf like dog that she had seen before also by the door. They looked to be guarding it, anticipating over Axel and Namine's arrival. They may have looked menacing and fierce, but something told her they weren't anything to be afraid of.
"Donald, Goofy, I have arrived to drop off dear…" He looked over at her, giving her a hint to what her name might be with a questioning face.
"Oh! Namine…" She answered kindly.
"To drop off miss Namine to our master, as he so requested." Axel gleamed, giving Namine a meaningful look.
"Alright, then." Goofy spoke with a strong posture, helping Donald to open the door, but the mummy looking duck had fallen over from the force of Goofy opening the door. Namine had giggled softly from the act, finding the two characters to be quite amusing.
Donald gave Goofy a grouchy look over his tactless actions, fuming over the embarrassment of falling over in front of their guest. He kicked him shin, turning his attention to the company in front of them. Goofy had groveled in pain, Donald purposely ignoring him.
"His highness is inside. You may go in." Donald spoke, trying to shake away his humiliation from falling over.
Axel nodded, ushering Namine to go inside, "Well, this is where we go our separate ways…for now." He then took the knobs from the large doors, "I'll be seeing you, get it memorized." He then closed the doors firmly shut, leaving Namine alone.
She heard their footsteps walk off down the hall, making everything seem quiet. It seemed they really wanted to give the Heartless King and her some privacy.
She had stared down at the door for a while, watching the light that escaped through the bottom of the door go out. She didn't know what to make of that, but she soon turned herself around to expect the room she was in.
There was an altar by the middle end of the room, many numbers of lit up candles placed all around it. It provided the only light to the room, many other candles being placed on golden designed poles.
The floor had a red rug in the center, going from the altar all the way to the entrance. The rest of the ground was covered in cement-covered stones of black granites, some white traces of flakes plastered on top; it made the floor look liked it was covered with stars.
The windows were very large in the room, the number in total being four, two on each side. She could see the snow continuing to fall from outside, the gust of wind shuttering the glass as it echoed around the large space.
Namine took some steps forward, her shoes clapping against the hard floor before becoming silent stomps upon the rug. She wondered if she was alone, she surely didn't see the Heartless King anywhere; whatever he may look like.
All of a sudden, Namine felt somebody breathing down her neck. She gasped from the feeling turning around to see a dark hooded figure with deep cobalt eyes staring right at her. She didn't know how to react, bracing herself with her arms to her chest in fright over the lingering figure.
"You're late." He simply said, his voice deep, but soothing as it reached her ears. She let out a quiver from his tone, her body reacting to his voice like it had control over it.
"Um…I…I…." She didn't how to speak, her body and voice becoming immobile in responding to him.
He didn't say anything, placing his hood down to reveal his young and striking boyish features. Namine was shocked to see that he wasn't any older than her, becoming confused from the discovery. She had thought he would have been an elderly man, considering how old he is in the myths.
When she stepped back at his approaching form, she was able to have a good look at him from the glowing candles. He had deep azure eyes that matched to hypnotize hers; his hair was a dark blondish brown, his spikes looking utterly soft as they swooped over the left side. His skin was a nice tan color, unlike her pale one. He was wearing a black cape, a chain going around the front to clip the coat in place. He wore a black shirt underneath, the sleeves being baggy like his black pants. He looked to be very slim, but she could tell there were muscles underneath those clothes. It was also possible that a six-pack was growing at his lower abdomen as well. Namine blushed from the thought, trying to keep some distance between them.
"I would say, you're rather rude." He simply said, crossing his arms. His eyes glowed enigmatically, but they somehow blended with the dim lighting in the room as he stared at her.
"Huh?" It was all she could say, still finding his presence to be overwhelming.
"Well, you haven't introduced me your name yet; considering how long you made me wait." He responded, giving her a scornful look.
Namine motioned a hand to her face, trying to cover the heat that was rising from his protruding stare, "Forgive me, I didn't mean to delay. My name is Namine."
"Namine…" He said the name like he was testing it, making Namine feel anxious on how flawless her name was when he said it.
"May I ask?" Her curiosity and stupefaction consuming her to speak timidly, "Are you really the Heartless King?"
He walked up to her, twirling a curl that was on the side of her face, beckoning him to touch it, "Why yes, I am the Heartless King himself. But, you can call me by the name of Roxas."
"Roxas…" She said the name instinctively, his face so close to hers and his breath caressing her cheeks like a kiss.
He continued to play with her curl, taking a step closer to her, "So, you are real…" She had said, finding herself to be in a trance she wasn't aware of, "I only heard of the Heartless King being a monster who preys upon peoples' hearts. You were only bedtime stories to me, and yet…you look like something out of a dream." She didn't know what she way saying, finding her mind swaying with his darkness that was swallowing her.
"I am no dream, I can assure you." He said with a husky tone, his nose dancing across the tip of hers.
"I thought you would have looked more…elderly…" She confessed, feeling him draw away from her face; she must admit, she was disappointed from his retreat.
"You expected to see an old man?" He asked, his voice sounding like he was insulted.
"Why…yes…" She confessed bluntly, finding no other words to explain her reasoning.
"I suppose that is to be expected. I am over two hundred years old." Her eyes widened from his statement.
"How old are you exactly?" She asked, gazing his face deeply.
"I looked to be eighteen, but I'm actually two-hundred and twenty years old." He said his answer as if it wasn't eccentric at all.
Namine just stood in shock, her new environment becoming more unimaginable by every waking minute. But, she guessed it couldn't be that peculiar, considering what she was and the power she held.
"May I ask you what you are, by any chance?" He suddenly spoke, memories of her blood and how divine it tasted coming back to him.
"What do you mean?" She asked, finding the question to be unsettling. She wondered if he was referring to her bloodline in being a witch.
"Well, out of my novelty and pleasure, I was able to have a sweet taste of your blood. The way your blood sizzled my throat, it was; dare I say, deliciously unique and quenching to my soul. It seems to me that you aren't any ordinary human." He commented, his eyes becoming dangerously possessive as he looked down at her flushed face.
"I'm afraid your assumptions would have to be correct. You see; I am a witch." When she confirmed his thoughts, memories of her escape from home came flooding back to her. Roxas noticed her ill disposition, walking over to her and placing a comforting hand on her soft baby cheeks. His eyes edged her to continue what was on her mind.
"You see; I was chased out of my home for being a witch. It wasn't until my sister had fallen dreadfully ill that the people from my home world decided to ridicule and destroy my existence from tainting their world any farther of the darkness." Tears began to fall passionately down her cheeks; Roxas clearing them away before they could even reach her small chin.
"Could such cruelty really exist within people's heart that is guarded from the Realm of Light to treat such a broken and beautiful flower?" He had asked aloud, kissing her cheek tenderly, which made Namine close her eyes softly from the contact.
Namine gasped in alarm though, feeling Roxas give a slight grope on her breasts, both of them emerging from the front of her dress. Roxas actually blushed from his action, drawing away quickly, "Forgive me, I have heard from Larxene how soft they were. I'm not very accustomed how to approach a woman I am attractive to."
Namine was speechless, her chest heaving while her whole body turned red from his statement. She quickly fixed her corset, trying her best to conceal her bosoms.
"Haven't your mother ever taught you any manners to treat a woman with respect?" She asked, finding her mind go numb with lost of oxygen. She hoped she didn't sound harsh.
"Sadly, I don't remember much about my mother. Also, there hasn't been a woman in this castle that has drawn my darkness to become so wild as you." He spoke with a raspy tone, placing his arms around her waist; Namine's body becoming still.
"Well, that's very unfortunate." She actually said, her face still showing some tinge of rosiness.
"Forgive me, I didn't mean to take such charge; not after hearing such a story from you. Believe me when I say you are in safe hands with me…Namine." He looked deeply into her light sky-blue eyes, not getting enough of how unsullied they were. She looked to be a Goddess than some witch she proclaimed to have been titled in being called. He had his share of witches, and the girl that stood before him was no vile creature of such wickedness; her blood though did make her seem someone who was definitely out of the ordinary.
The girl looked up at him, not believing how protected she felt from his words. His darkness seemed to blanket her with many promises that were left unspoken from him.
"I really don't want to burden you with holding a outsider like me." She murmured softly, bowing her head to him.
"It is no burden at all. You are welcomed in staying here. I am not that cold as the legends may say I am." He gave a small grin, causing Namine's heart to speed up from how charming he looked in the glowing shadows. It all seemed like some quixotic fantasy that young girls' daydream over about; but this was different.
He was no prince charming, he was the Heartless King; and she realized this after seeing little pinchers of fangs underneath the smile he had gave her. Still, for some odd reason, it didn't cause her to step back in alarm. Instead, it caused her to have the opposite effect towards his sinister appearance.
It wasn't long until they heard a knock on the door to the large room. It was also at this time when Roxas placed a possessive hand around Namine's slender waist with his arm. Namine didn't know how to define his actions, becoming stunned and flustered towards their closeness. She could smell his musky scent, her breath leaving her as the aroma sucked itself into her lungs.
"Come in." Roxas coldly remarked, surprising Namine with his sudden change in appearance. His eyes had taken in a nasty looking yellow grim like color, his fangs sharpening a bit with a menacing snarl. She didn't know why such a change had happened so rapidly, when he looked close in being human just a few minutes ago.
The door opened, revealing Olette and Larxene, "You called for us, my liege?" When did he request for them; Namine couldn't figure it out.
"Ah yes, I just wanted to put a change in plans to Namine's living arrangements." He said, looking down at the platinum blonde's head, "I would like to share my bed with her."
Namine squeaked loudly from such a blunt announcement, turning to Roxas right away in order to object, "But my lord!"
He cut her off, silencing her with the tip of his finger to her puffy lips, "I will think kindly if you address me by my name." The girl stuttered, finding his lack of any consent frustrating.
Olette noticed the girl's reaction from such news, finding Roxas's resolution to be too acute, "Um, if I may my Lord?" He looked at her, becoming annoyed, "Maybe a room next to your quarters shall suffice better for, Miss Namine. At least time for her to adjust to our world until making such living arrangements."
He quirked a brow, actually looking like a kid who had his toy taken away from him, "I suppose that would be the most logical choice." He looked down at Namine, his eyes now shifting back to their natural blue, "For now on, my sweet Namine. I shall be watching over you."
He bowed down at the girl, placing a light kiss to her naked hand. She shivered from the touch, the thought of his rough yet caring lips caressing across her skin making her stir with forbidden thoughts.
She whimpered, trying her best to suppress such feelings, her eyes glittering from the thought of being in his bed as he so directly demanded. She was acting foolish she knew that, but she found she couldn't help herself when being around this man, this demon.
"Well, shall we take you to your room." He said, picking himself off the floor. She nodded meekly, taking a hold of his arm as he held it out for her.
They followed passed Olette and Larxene, the women chatting amongst themselves as they led the way to living area in the castle.
Namine blushed intensely though when she overheard Larxene tell Olette over the chance of intimacy her and Roxas will have. She couldn't believe her misrepresent words, refusing to meet the prying eyes of the demon boy who was walking besides her.
The young witch figured she would be making the castle her new home for the remainder of her days; making her miss Sora and her sister terribly. It didn't seem too bad of a notion though, the king that went by the name of Roxas embracing her into his domain with no second thought.
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A blonde with similar features that matched with the Heartless King known as Roxas, looked at his disciples with great uneasiness. He shook his head, his deep azure eyes concentrating on something that wasn't quite in his grasp. He soon looked deeply into his companions' eyes, finding them to be his most trustworthy followers and friends.
"Terra, Aqua, I wish for the two of you to bring a message to my brother. I feel like there's trouble between both our realms and the worlds." He spoke with a dreadful tone, his eyes narrowing towards the situation.
"At once!" They both announced simultaneously, realizing that something was truly upsetting Ventus; also known as the ruler of the Realm of Light.
End Chapter
Kiome-Yasha: "This chapter took a while to really concentrate on. It was hard for the most part when it came to the dialect during conversations. I must say, truly a challenge, considering the number of characters that will be appearing. Again, thank you all for reviewing the last chapter; it has made me truly happy! Please, do keep them coming and I shall not disappoint you! See you all soon."
Roxas: "Leave a review please, and I'll get naughty, naughty with Namine! ;D"
Kiome: "Bad Roxas DX."
