A/N: First I'd like to apologize for the long wait. I realize that six months is really too long to make you guys wait, and I do feel guilty about it. So I'll try my best to write faster. And to make you all forgive me: chapter three is already plotted out, so the only thing left to do is write it, which won't take long.
Now, I was randomly searching through things on the Internet, when I suddenly typed 'Sweet Hostage'. Apparantely it's a movie (its existence was oblivious to me), but I can assure you that the movie's plot has nothing to do with mine. Honestly, I've never watched it, never will, so I didn't copy anything. As for the title: well, I think I'm going to keep it. I mean, a reviewer came up with really great suggestions (she and her titles are listed at the end of this chapter), but I kind of started to like the title Sweet Hostage. Anyway, enough of my rambling, I've already made you wait long enough!
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Beta: I'd like to thank Seka-Chan, because she edits all my stuff and I would be really lost without her. And my Mom, cos she editted a few sentences, rearranged them to make it all flow nicely. She even deleted words that I used way too much, lol. They're both great persons.
P.O.V.: the first part is told in Riku's POV. After that it's normal POV.
Warnings: violence, language. This is a boyxboy fic, which means that two boys have or will have intimate contact with each other. Don't read if you don't like it.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Kingdom Hearts, I really do. Could you imagine all the stuff I'd insert in the game? Like, Sora walking in on Leon and Cloud making out, or when you have to play like Riku kill a certain amount of Nobodies before you can save Sora from Xemnas' claws and see a scene where both kiss each other pationately! Oh my God! -burst in a fit of giggles-
You're the prisoner locked in your cell
You're living in your personal hell
Invisible bars block your view
They don't exist except for you
- Suicidal Tendencies
Previously in chapter one:
"And I will never let you go." And our lips locked with each other, our eyes slowly closing.
Sora, Sora, Sora.
You are mine.
Riku, the fugitive, 'kidnapped' Sora and uses him as a hostage. But things aren't going quite as Riku had planned: he fell in love with the boy, and that was the last thing he'd wished for.
Chapter II: There Goes The Wolf
Blissful. There was no other word to describe how I felt when I captured his lips.
Strawberries. The taste was so addictive that I wanted more, adding more pressure to our kiss.
Soft. Like I was kissing something fragile, a feather of an angel.
Guilt. When I saw his fearful, but still so captivating blue eyes, tears forming in the corners.
The sight tugged at the strings of my heart. A feeling that I hated and had tried to conceal for such a long time. It had managed to surface again and when I realized what I was doing, I pulled back, breaking the contact our lips had created.
Sora was shaking. Probably from shock but mostly from fear. He had thought that I would molest him, hurt him. Something I would never do, even if I had known the kid for only four hours.
"Sora…I'm sorry."
I lifted a hand to touch his shoulder, but he quickly flinched away, closing his eyes and bringing his hands to his chest for protection.
Even though I knew he didn't want me to approach him at the moment, I ignored the warning and tried again, stretching my arm further until it was hovering over his chocolate mob of hair.
"Don't touch me!" The yell had startled me, and I moved my hand away like it had just been burned by Sora's suffering.
"Don't touch me.., don't…" he started crying, the tears flowing freely over his soft cheeks, down to his shirt, moistening it to a darker shade.
"Just leave me alone, please."
I just sat there, waiting. I don't know why, or for what, but something in the back of my mind told me it was my fault that Sora was like this. Which was true; I was never able to control myself that well. Blame it on puberty I'd say.
Hah, who the heck was I kidding? Puberty? I must go insane! It was my own will, damn it! And because of it, I hurt the only person who was the most beautiful thing on earth!
I slowly stood up, never taking my eyes off the boy who had crawled towards a corner in the living room, hugging his knees with his face hidden in them.
I turned around, throwing one last glance over my shoulder, before exiting the room to put my plans into action.
I had hurt him, but I wouldn't let him escape:
Sora was mine.
"How could he just have disappeared like that?!" Roxas shrieked and was pulling at his hair, spacing back and forth on the street where he and his friends were currently standing.
Only five minutes after when Roxas had called for Sora, and the brunette still wasn't at their side. Roxas started to panic. He had ran back to where he had seen his twin brother, expecting to see him still drooling at the cupcakes and such, but was only met with an empty street.
"Fuck it!"
Everyone backed away; a cursing Roxas never meant something good, as his friends had found out one night. They were at a dancing and a few guys had tried to flirt with the kid and coax him into joining them in a better and more secluded place, only to be met with Roxas's short temper and fists. Luckily his boyfriend was with him, but Axel didn't have to interfere, as the blond was actually quite the fighter. Surely this time there would fall a few injured here and there again, just to calm his nerves.
Hopefully.
"We're going to find him, Roxas. Don't worry, I'm sure Sora can take care of himself, he isn't a baby anymore that need to be pampered, you know." Namine said, careful not to come to too close to the blond.
The blond groaned when realization dawned down on him. The girls gave him curious looks while Axel was just leaning against a wall - he hadn't said anything the whole time since they discovered Sora went missing.
"Oh my God. Sora can't even take care of a goldfish! He's going to be raped, tortured, branded! I've got to find him before it's too late!" He took off, marching hastily down the streets but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
He was going to snarl at the person who dared to interrupt him in his quest in search of his missing twin, but stopped when he saw it was the flaming redhead, Axel. The man winked at him and started walking forwards, motioning with his hand for Roxas to move on.
"I'm going to help you, if you like it or not." Axel grinned widely when he saw the angry eyes of his lover.
"What about the others? They can't go with us, they should go home before they get kidnapped as well!" Roxas looked behind him and saw that the two girls were nowhere to be seen. Panic flashed through his eyes, and he was going to turn around but was once again stopped by a strong and warm hand grabbing his, pulling him with him.
"Calm down, baby! I've already told the girls to go home, so stop panicking. You almost sound like a pregnant woman who can't get any chocolate with mustard, which, by the way, is gross. I tried it once with Demyx and we were sick for two full days. He'd even throw everything up on Zexion's-"
"Axel! Stop, I get it! And dude, that's just disgusting." He emphasised this with frowning his eyebrows and looked utterly disgusted.
The red-haired hummed, and squeezed the blonde's hand. "Maybe, but at least it made you think of something else for a minute."
After a few moments of walking, they reached a large, almost empty parking and Axel lead the way to a black car with red and orange flames decorating the sides. He pulled his keys out of his denims and unlocked the door of the car. They stepped inside it and Axel started the engine, riding out of the parking lot and onto the road while turning the radio on to fill in the silence that had yet to come.
Roxas shifted uncomfortably in the leather seat, every few seconds looking out of the window of the car, scanning the streets they passed, hoping to catch a glimpse of brown hair or the reflect of the light from the lamps on the crown necklace Sora wore.
Actually he knew it was hopeless. He was sure Sora had been kidnapped, but a part of his mind didn't want to accept this fact and wanted to continue searching. Even if it took the whole damn night, he would find his brother and hurt the captor so badly that he'd probably have to go to jail himself.
But when Roxas saw that they were actually riding out of town instead of through, he snapped his head quickly to the driver, who was singing along with some random song that was playing at the moment, and utterly oblivious to the dark vibes that were sent to him.
"Axel, where are you going?" the blond asked, his voice strangely calm.
"Where do you think? The police station, of course. They will be able to find your brother and-" he didn't manage to finish his sentence when Roxas had quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and thrown himself on Axel, who, with the compact of the body, had steered sharply to the right and almost hit another car (which madly honked and Axel gave him the finger) if it weren't for his extraordinary driving skills.
When he had managed to push Roxas back into his own seat and made sure that he was still on the road and not riding somewhere where cars shouldn't be driving, he growled angrily at the blond, his teeth gritting together.
"What the heck is wrong with you? If it weren't for my skills, we would've been hurt really badly!"
"You ask what's wrong with me? My brother's gone, that's what wrong, you damn pyromaniac!"
"Don't start insulting me, Blondie," he warned, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Maybe a small crash against a tree wouldn't hurt?
"Turn around, Axel! I want to find my brother!" Roxas started to scream by now, determined to make Axel turn the car and drive back to Traverse Town.
"No way. In these kinds of situations the best thing to do is to report this case to the police and let them handle the rest. They are far more experienced with these kinds of things than we are, and the chances are higher that they will find Sora. If we don't go to the cops, the chances are slim to none that we'll ever find your dear brother again. So shut up, stay quiet and stay in your seat."
And Roxas knew Axel was right, only he didn't want to admit it, but instead of going into an argument with the already pissed off redhead, he listened to the orders that Axel had clearly told him, and didn't utter a word for the whole ride.
The nearest police station was thirty minutes away from Traverse Town, so Roxas occupied himself with gazing at the obscure sky and counting the stars, which he knew was futile but it kept him busy and drifted him away from all the other thoughts that would torment his mind with images of a lone Sora with a man doing awful things to him.
Axel was singing again, but only to himself, raising his voice every now and then when his favourite part of a song would play and smiling softly to its rhythm. The blond would throw some glances towards the redhead when he did that, and smiles too because even if he would never say it out loud; he liked Axel's smile, because it was quite contagious.
They passed a lot of publicity panels along the highway, some of them completely absurd, like how you could dye your hair orange with only natural products like carrots, to totally insane: 'Never leave your digital pet dog behind, because it will find you wherever you go'. Roxas stopped reading them after a while and returned his attention to the stars.
Finally, after what seemed to be hours, they reached the police station. Axel didn't even had the time to park his car correctly as Roxas sprang out of it and ran to the large steps, pushing the door open and entering the building, not bothering to wait for his boyfriend.
The blond stopped in front of a big oak desk where an old fat man was sleeping in a chair, his feet comfortably crossed over each other on the wooden furniture, snoring rather loudly and mumbling incoherent words.
There was a stack of papers and documents scattered all over the desk, a cup of what seemed to be black coffee, a yellow and red button, a telephone, and a box with donuts - which Axel detected immediately when he entered the building.
He came standing next to the blond and averted his eyes from the delicious looking desserts to eye the man; the same way like Roxas was doing, and snorted. Wasting no time, he stretched his arm out and he poked the snoring gramps in the chest, having to repeat it several times before the officer finally awoke, groaning and looking annoyed.
"What the… The heck do you want? I'm on duty here, I don't have time to waste on kids," he said grumpily.
"Yeah, well, you sure waste your duty time on sleeping it away, sir." Axel commented sarcastically, to which he received a punch on his shoulder from Roxas: looking at him with sharp eyes, that clearly told, 'don't you dare make another remark, or I'll make sure it'll be the last one', and another piercing glare from the officer with just the same thought.
Axel decided to keep his mouth shut and opted to ogle the donuts until they were out of the police station.
Roxas returned his attention to the irritated officer, trying to look a bit more friendly than he really felt like – which turned out into a grimace instead of a smile.
"So, what's the reason you punks are here? If you gonna pull a prank on me, you'd better leave. I'm definitely not in the mood."
"Oh, we were kinda bored, so we're just here for fun. You know, chillin' around a bit."
Another punch and another glare with an angry 'last warning', and Axel was quiet again.
"We…" Roxas glanced sideways to the redhead, "are here to report a kidnapping. My twin brother, Sora, has been kidnapped two hours ago when we were walking around town with friends, and before you ask me: no I don't know who the kidnapper is, if they weren't several people, nor do we know what he or she looks like."
"A kidnapping? Whoa, that hasn't happened for a few years..." he mumbled the last sentence but still the blond could hear it, making him scowl, and he coughed in his hand, pretending like he never said anything.
"Ah, sorry, didn't mean to say that out loud. Anyway, I'll report this to my colleagues so they can start on this case tomorrow morning, if not later." The man grabbed a pen and wrote something down, quick and unreadable, before he added the piece of paper on top of a whole stack of papers, probably all cases that had yet to be attended.
"That's it? I mean; that's all you gonna do? Just write it down and dump it to the side? It'll be too late if we wait until tomorrow morning! They have to find him now! Not in a hour, not tomorrow, not even later, but now!" Roxas was yelling at this rate, losing his calm composure (not like he ever had it before), and it wouldn't be long before he attacked the officer.
"I'm sorry kid, but you're not the only one on this world who's got problems. And besides, it's almost after midnight. Most of the policemen are either patrolling around or busy on a crime scene, or in their bed. Now, please leave, before I have to call reinforcements." The man said ever so irritated, itching to just push on the yellow button which would cause to call other officers for help.
"What?! You son of a b-" his boyfriend prevented any further problems though, and before Roxas could throw himself at the man's throat, Axel stepped in between Roxas and the desk where the fat man was now standing behind it instead of sitting. Even though Axel's exterior seemed to be relaxed, inside he was more than just pissed off.
But he knew that causing a fight in a police station wouldn't resolve anything, except that he and Roxas would have to spend a few sleepless nights in jail, trying to save literally their ass from other lonely prisoners who hadn't got a good fuck in a while.
Also meaning: bye Sora, it was nice knowing you, hopefully your death was peaceful, maybe you'll be luckier in the afterlife.
And God knew how Roxas would react to that. He flinched at that thought, and decided he rather didn't want to think further about it. Roxas could be one angry little bitch if he wanted to, but he wasn't sure he could handle one extremely pissed off, extremely aggressive, extremely murderous little bastard Roxas.
That would be even worse than world's Apocalypse.
So instead, he just thanked the man for his not-so-useful help, and guided the fuming blond outside and back into his tuned car. Before he too hopped back in, he quickly turned around and back inside the police station, and asked the old man:
"Dude, can I have one of those donuts?"
"Strife, you have some visitors." a broad-shouldered jailer stood in front of a cell, fumbling with some keys, when he finally found the right one and unlocked the cell door, stepping aside to let a tall blond man pass through. Two other guards that had accompanied the first one stood immediately next to the prisoner, one at each side.
Even if the guy was handcuffed, and recently his feet too, they took no risks with him. He was a dangerous man, and he had tried several times to escape but he never got that far, and the security around him only reinforced with every attempted escape so that in the end, it was nearly impossible for him to move his finger or there were jailers standing at his cell.
But that didn't mean he had given up, he just waited for the right moment, and he had the feeling that that moment would come pretty soon.
They all walked forward, passing numerous cells; some of them with prisoners while other were empty. The blond man thought it was kind of funny, because when the judge had declared him guilty of murder a few months ago, and he had to go to prison, he had hoped to get his own cell and not a shared one. Unfortunately, the jailers weren't very fond of the convict , and just to irritate him they had put him in a cell with two other guys.
It had taken him exactly twelve hours before the jailers had snapped and transferred the blond in a one-person cell, to prevent any further brawls, awful singing and injuries.
The few prisoners they passed threw catcalls or blasphemous words at the blond, who paid no heed at any of them, but instead just looked straight forward with his head held high. They were almost there, he noticed, as the hall got smaller and a large automatic door with bars could be seen.
He idly wondered who the visitor could possibly be. It's not like his supposed act of murder and picture in newspapers had made him suddenly (more) popular, it was quite the contrary; they feared him. So then who? Friends?
'No,' he thought, 'they abandoned me after what they heard about me on the news.'
He stopped thinking about it. He didn't really know who this person could be, and frankly: he didn't give a damn. If it gave him the opportunity to escape, then so it be..
They went through the automatic door and into a small room. There were two doors: one that led to the exit, the other to the officers' headquarters. In that room the security was the weakest, with only two warders and they were busy talking and drinking coffee.
It was going to be easy to evade, for sure, but he still had to take account with the two guards that were still at his sides, while the third one had gone away to call in the visitor. They led the convict to a small table with two chairs, and motioned him to sit down (read: pushed him down on one of the chairs). He cursed them under his breath, and luckily they hadn't heard him.
What was luckier was the fact that his 'personal' guards left him alone and went talking to the other two, each grabbing a cup of coffee. The blond cocked an eyebrow and his mouth turned into a thin line. Sure this couldn't be for real, right? It was almost like they invited him to flee.
He could almost picture it in his head, "Yeah, we're so sorry, it was all a huge mistake. You're not guilty, now get the hell outta here and don't ever show your face here again, except for the ass: it's quite a nice sight." The blond let a sound that resembled to a cat choking in his hairball.
'It's a trap, it has to be. Or they're just plain stupid.' He watched as one of the men refilled his empty cup with the hot looking liquid, and drank it immediately, only to muffle a screamed "Hot! Hot! Hot!"
'…Definitely stupid.'
A door opened and the man that had let him out of his jail walked towards him. Another man, which he couldn't identify, followed him closely. Only when they reached the table,the blond's eyes grew two sizes and a loud gasp escaped his mouth.
"You!" he pointed a finger to the tall brown-haired man that sat down, and who motioned to the guard that he would be fine, and turned his attention to the convicted.
"Yes, me. Surprise." To others it would have sounded like a very calm reply, but the blond knew better; the guy was pissed off.
The scowl on his face and his storming steel-grey eyes gave it away that he was angry, actually, and for the first time the blond wanted to go back into his cell.
"Uhm, well, I certainly didn't expect you, Squall. How'd you know I was here?" he asked. Maybe it'd calm the guy's nerves.
"For your information, Cloud Strife, it's Leon and not Squall, and your fucking name's all over the news! How shouldn't I know it! Fuck!" the man cursed a lot more, and the blond, Cloud, knew it was Leon's way to hide that he was worried and stressed.
Leon massaged his temples and breathed in and out, trying to calm down. He glanced up to Cloud, and he saw that the man was looking around him, like he was calculating things out. Somehow, his guts told him something bad was going to happen, and yes, he believed in premonitions: when Cloud was around anyways.
"What are you doing?" even though he didn't really want to know it, the way Cloud was acting sparked his interest, and he just had to know what the blond was thinking.
Cloud didn't bother answering: he was too busy perfecting his plan. And Karma was definitely at his side: of all the people who could've been the visitor it had to be Leon, and that would make things just easier.
Were all his efforts finally getting fruitful?
He hoped so, because this would be his very last chance: tomorrow they would transfer him into one of the best prisons in Midgar, and the security from here could never be compared to that from Midgar. All hope would be gone, and Cloud wasn't tired yet of his life.
He finally looked back at Leon, who was regarding him with a feeling in his eyes that he couldn't recognize. He lowered his head, and motioned Leon closer with a finger. When the brown-haired was close enough so that Cloud could whisper in his ear, he explained his plan to the man.
"You know, I feel all happy and stuff that you've come to visit me, and you've just chosen the perfect time to come. Because you know: I'm planning to escape, and you're going to help me get away from here."
Since Cloud already had a feeling that Leon would try to jerk away, he had grabbed the man's shirt so that he couldn't get away.
"Don't move! Or else the guards will take me back to my cell and then it will be over! Listen till the end, Squall!" he whispered harshly, making the other man's movements stop.
"Good. First, I have to say this: I didn't kill that man; it was Sephiroth. I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, so they suspected me instead of that bastard who'd ran away when he'd heard the sirens. I couldn't even defend myself because Sephiroth had shoved the knife into my hands, leaving all my fingerprints on it. So they handcuffed me and brought me in front of the court, the judger declaring me guilty. Even when I told them that it was another man that had killed the guy, they said that they've never seen nor heard about a silver-haired guy named Sephiroth, and that he wasn't even in the computer's database."
He waited for Leon's reaction: would he believe him, his only close friend? Or would he be angry again, and tell him that he's a liar and just walk away to let him rot in prison? He hoped it wasn't the latter, because he wasn't planning on dying here.
Leon kept silent, his face blank of any emotions, and Cloud's hope started to crumble slowly into pieces, thinking that he really was going to die in this place. But then something occurred, and it was all happening so quick that the blond nearly missed half of it, even without blinking his eyes.
The brown-haired stood tall and, not proud, but enraged and panting, the officers that were in the room all knocked out on the ground at his feet. Cloud was clearly shocked by Leon's action, though he couldn't help but grin; the fierce lion was back, this time not to fight the blond face-to-face, but to save him.
"Well, I sure hell didn't except you going berserk and do this. Seems to me that you've changed quite a bit in my absence, right, Squall?" the blond teased, standing up from the chair and walked half jumping towards the other man.
"It's Leon, goddamn it! How many times do I have to tell you that my name's Leon and not Squall?" The brown-haired ground out, and bent down to detach the keys from a jailer's belt. He looked for the right key, finding it, and unlocked the cuffs around Cloud's feet, doing the same with the handcuffs.
Cloud rubbed his wrists, the skin being irritated and red. He sighed softly: he would finally be free again, breathing fresh air and seeing the sky. A few months in jail sure did make you realize that those little things mattered the most, even if it didn't bother you when you were a simple free human.
He had closed his eyes but reopened them when a surge of panic flood through his body when he heard a door going open, but relaxed again seeing that it was only Leon, holding the door open and waiting for Cloud.
"Are you coming or what? I feel bad enough already that I lost control over my emotions and knocked these guys out. You do realize that I've become your accomplice now, thus meaning that I'm not going to save you a second time if you don't move from your spot, but also that the policemen will come after me. So move your ass and hurry up or I'll leave you behind." He snarled the last part, really panicking that the other officers would come soon.
They ran outside, Cloud immediately inhaling the fresh air, although he couldn't enjoy it for long as Leon pulled at his hand – when had he last done that? – so that the blond would follow him down the street where Leon's car was parked.
Both men got in and the brown-haired hurried to start the engine, the car creating a soft humming and getting louder when Leon drove away from the prison, accelerating until he was driving high above the limited speed.
And Cloud couldn't held himself to mention it:
"You're going too fast, Squall. You'll hit someone." There was amusement in his voice, mixed with a tinge of adrenaline and excitement.
Leon rolled his eyes, "Well gee, I guess that's worse than helping a convict to escape from prison, or the simple fact that I became the accomplice of the escapee. I'm sure that the police will give us a ticket—if we're lucky," he said sarcastically, but Cloud took it quite personally.
"Hey, I'm sorry man. I didn't intend on bringing you into trouble, because if I remember correctly, it was you who suddenly started to kick and hit those men. If you had waited a bit longer, and had let me explain my damn plan, then you wouldn't be in this mess. Not as an accomplice at least. And if it bothered you that much to help me, then you shouldn't have come in the first place."
That was the end of their conversation (if you could call it like that), when Cloud turned his face away from Leon and stared outside, his brows furrowed in an angry scowl.
Leon sighed: he had offended the blond, and even though that wasn't his intention, he had done it without meaning so. He wasn't going to argue though, as he wanted to arrive to his home safely and in one piece and not wake up in a hospital with missing limbs.
Thus, they spent the rest of the ride in an awkward silence, neither of them wanting to speak. When they got to Leon's house, the blond finally spoke in a cold tone.
"Where's my bike?"
The brown-haired man stared at Cloud. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea to tell him where he had hid the bike: they just escaped after all. But the way the light in Cloud's eyes burned made him decide, and even though he had a very bad feeling about this, he couldn't go against Cloud's stubbornness. Not when he was angry and emotionally hurt.
"In the garage, I'll get it for you." He walked away and after five minutes he came back with a magnificent bike at his side. He stopped in front of Cloud and looked up. Their eyes locked together for only a short moment, when they broke their staring.
Cloud mounted his bike, his facial expression changing to content but back to blank in an instant. He was ready to leave, when Leon placed himself in front of the bike, making it impossible for the blond to go away. Unless he wanted to hurt the brown-haired man badly, of course.
But his little evil thought vanished when Leon leaned his face forward; mere inches apart from Cloud's mouth, and kissed him. The blond didn't pull back; he was too shocked—in a positive way.
The kiss did not last long, but it was enough for Cloud to know that Leon had apologized, in his own way of apologizing to the blond, and a small smile surfaced on his lips.
"Please be careful. You have the tendency to get into trouble without really trying, and I don't want to see you badly injured." Leon whispered, hardly audible above the wind.
Cloud pecked him one last time on the lips before winking at him.
"Don't worry, I promise I'll be back soon. In the meanwhile: wait for me."
The noise of the motor cut through the air, even louder than Leon's car, and as soon as it could be heard it was gone, the sound taking the blond with it, leaving the brown-haired alone on his perch.
Hopefully Cloud would come back soon; the bad feeling in Leon guts grew every passing second, and he always trusted his instincts.
Something real shitty was going to happen, and real soon.
To be continued...
A/N: I hate this chapter. The beginning was difficult to write, and coming closer to the end I didn't know if I had to stop or continue to write. I stopped. If I had continued, this chapter would have been at least ten pages longer, but it would have taken a while before I'd be able to post chapter three. So the next chapter was normally a part of this chapter, but now you don't have to wait months for it. Hooray!
The title suggestions:
'Natural Selection'
'To Capture Sky'
'Kleptomania' - all by Koneko Otome
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