Hi, hi, hi, hi. Back again. :) Sorry for the wait, but I have Bronchitis and I feel like killing myself. -___-

But anyway, I hope you enjoy this one as you did the last. I loved the reviews. I really appreciate them. n___n;

I do not own Kingdom Hearts, or any of the characters included.

How unusual. How very unusual. It was still dark, apart from the odd speckle of orange and pink in the distance, and Sora was awake. Small but quick feet shuffled up and down the room, – though it had more of the characteristics of a cell – trying to find clothes. The boy mumbled something almost inaudible, before snatching the plain black trousers and ironed white shirt from the chair next to the bolted door.

You would at least think that, of all the things servants did for their kings, they would have earned themselves a better living space. To be truthful, half of the rooms in castles were un-used, decorated halls for special occasions, and the other half, dungeons. Even though it was wishful thinking, Sora still knew where he stood in status. That was why the servant halls were close to the gates, so if the castle were invaded, they would fall fault first.

Why was he up so early? He didn't even know himself. Stress, maybe? In fact, he hadn't got a single wink of sleep. He had gone to bed after the incident with Roxas and Riku, but lay awake, staring at the ceiling, which was invisible without daylight. That reminded him. Why did the kings call him in, anyway? Surely, it wasn't just to witness their argument. It was as if there was a reason for him going, but a quarrel broke out instead.

Perhaps, they wanted a witness for the signing of the contract. And of course, Riku would call his all-around servant. Sora didn't think he was just an 'all-around' servant, like the others. Riku called him in for other things, too. Sora was the personal servant; the one who knew all the secrets and would never share a word, the one who was the most reliable, the one who comforted the king in the midst of a depression, the one who was the give company while the wife was away – even though Riku didn't have a wife, much to Sora's relief.

The brunette would quite hate Riku to have a lover. His life would be purposeless, if so. Wives of kings usually take on the role of a personal servant. It was certain that Sora would be highly jealous, as well. Oh, it was obvious. Sora did have a small crush on the king – but he knew better. He wouldn't even try. He knew his place.

After pulling on his clothes and running his fingers through his hair (he'd comb it later, there wouldn't be a point seeming as rise began at 6), he gently scooped up the box of matches. His slender fingers easily opened the box and took one of the matches, scraping it against the side to ignite. He held it over the candle on his bedside table until light filled the room.

Delicate fingers shook the match from its source of life. He placed the match on top of the box, and the box on the table. "Right," he said to himself, sliding his fingers through the handle of the holder into his left hand. Seeming as there wasn't anything else to do while the others were asleep, as well as the king, he decided to take a walk around the grounds and think over his thoughts. He liked thinking to himself. He found it much more comforting to wonder himself than spill it to the nearest bystander.

Servant didn't have keys to their rooms. The door was always open, so the king, or a guard, or anyone that needed something, could walk straight in without the hassle of knocking on the door to wait for it to be opened. Sora walked out and shut the door quietly behind him, quiet footsteps echoing in the corridor. He was trying to be as quiet as possible, but with stonewalls and a stone floor, it was impracticable.

The orange candlelight flickered, swaying to the rhythm of Sora's treads. Life was going so well until Roxas appeared. Again. He was surprised he noticed Roxas – the king had changed so much in appearance. His structure made it clear that he had become stronger in both physique and psyche. His head was held high, his eyes contained an essence of power, his stride could make any enemy fall to his feet. Basically, he looked a lot stronger than Riku. But Sora knew different.

Nobody could ever be stronger than his king. Nobody.

Sora's loyalty was obvious. He'd spent so much time with Riku that he was forced to believe, and now did believe of his own will, that Riku was God in his kingdom. His willpower, his wits, his dominance, his disposition, his appearance… Everything was perfect about him. Even though he ignored his servants and supplied his people with evident supremacy, Sora deemed that Riku was soft and gentle inside.

A rough shell is hard to break, but once it's cracked, it shatters. It had always been Sora's delusion to attempt to snap Riku's defense, but his oath hindered such acts, which was completely understandable. That was why he had been so surprised when Roxas came onto the scene.

Willingly coming onto him. Just like that.

Sora had been struck silent. It was strange, out of the blue, and completely unnecessary. He was dying to know why. Again, his status prevented him from familiarising with such details. If Roxas wanted to tell him, then he would be obliged to listen. Otherwise, he was doomed to his usual duties with a slice of harassment on the side.

A gentle hand fondled with the servant's quarters door, opening it. Light filtered through. Sora had to raise an arm to his eyes. It was still dark, but lighter than a candle in a gloomy corridor. Eyes scanned the area.

The servant's quarters were nearer to the gate, of course, and the official castle sat proudly in the middle, climbing high into the sky, towering over everything else in the kingdom. There was an empty space in the middle, cobble-stones providing a path for the horse and carriages that came along to bring and take visitors.

The stars and moon (still visible) enlightened the cobblestones, making them seem much more beautiful than they looked in daylight. A large fountain sat in the middle, spewing out fresh, azure water. Cold, too. Sora wandered along and sat on the edge, taking off his shoes that were given to him when he first came to the castle. They'd lasted him a good four years. He cared for them as much as he could. He'd hate to have them replaced. Everyone would think he was messy and disarranged.

His feet, slightly dirty as he had not washed yet, slipped into the fountain water. He knew nobody drank from this. There was much more tasteful beverages inside the castle waiting for them – even for the servants. Sora sighed deeply and sluggishly dropped his head back, relaxing. He set the candle down by his side, and then returned to watch the sky. The stars glittered. How beautiful.

The scene was breathtaking. Sora wanted to wake up early every day, just to see this. He'd only ever seen the two times of day separately; day and night. Nevertheless, he never expected the two to be mixed together. The moon and the stars were visible, with half of the sky black, merging into a misty orange due east.

He lowered his head. The clank of metal could be heard in the distance, and curiously, Sora twisted his head to glance over his shoulder. There stood a single guard at the main gate, probably waiting for his colleague. All guards wore the same attire: full black armour with gold decorations, large halberd. The item that came most shocking to Sora was the shoes. They weren't even shoes. Massive blocks of metal from knee to toe carved into spike-tipped plate-legs; they must have been impossible to walk in.

Leon? Could it be? It wouldn't show any harm asking. All of the knights and guards were extremely generous and polite around the castle. Back in the cities, towns and villages around the kingdom, they were horrid and abused their authority.

Leon could answer his questions. Sora lifted his feet from the fountain and shook them, smiling, as they looked noticeably cleaner. He slipped them back into his shoes after drying them as much as he could with the air, before trudging over to the guard. The man curiously turned to him as Sora approached.

He was tall. Six foot, at least. Perhaps a little more than that. The guard slowly turned around. Someone needed to design armour that was easier to maneuver in. It was terrible! There was a small grunt from behind the holes and bars of the helmet guard, probably because it was uncomfortable.

"Excuse me," Sora began, clearing his throat. The guard shifted slightly, bringing the halberd to his side. His reason was that it was more comfortable, but Sora took it as a threat. His shoulders tensed. "Is that you, Leon?" He croaked. He would feel better if it was someone he'd met before.

"I'm afraid not." The man said, and lifted his helmet up. The guard fell back to reveal cold, blue eyes. A mess of blonde hair exploded out. The guard tilted his head at Sora, as if he recognized him. After a short time of examining, he shrugged to himself. "Cloud."

"Huh?" Sora quizzed, glancing up at the sky. There were clouds scattered in the sky, but Sora couldn't figure out why he would point them out. "What about them?"

"No," The guard indicated, exclusive of emotion in his voice, stretching his left arm out; the metal creaking from friction. "I'm Cloud. My name. Cloud." Immediately, Sora flushed. His cheeks reddened, and a rosy stripe patterned on his face.

"I do apologise, I thought you meant–"

"Yes, of course."

There was silence after the interruption. It was awkward. Sora's eyes averted.

"Though, if you wish, you may wait here with me. He's late, anyway. He's always late."

Sora was relieved that the guard had spoken, but was confused by his words. "You work with Leon?"

"Squall, yes." Cloud corrected, shifting in the armour, spreading his feet should-width apart to stand strong.

"Oh." And that was all that was left of the conversation. The silence was extremely deafening. Sora wanted something to happen, anything. But no, it was one of those uncomfortable silences where you stand fiddling with your fingers and clearing your throat as your eyes dart about.

Thankfully, Leon (or Squall, as Cloud noticeably preferred) turned up sooner or later.

"Hey, Cloud." The brown haired guard, without his helmet – though it was carried in his hand along with his halberd – acknowledged his coworker first, and then his eyes shifted to the other. "Sora! Morning!" a broad smile flashed across his face. Cloud inclined his head, but said nothing else on the matter. Sora coughed and smiled back.

"Hello, Leon. How are you?"

"Feeling great, in fact. Got a good night's sleep for once. What brings you here?" It was clear that Leon wanted to skip the formalities and get down to the reasoning. Meanwhile, Cloud stood back apathetically, watching the whole scene take place. "Don't mind him." Leon chuckled, motioning his shelled hand to Cloud. "He's always like this. A man of few words."

"I realised…" Sora murmured under his breath, sending a glance over to the other, which was not returned.

"What brings you here?" Leon asked again. "Isn't it time that you started off doing… whatever you servants do?" He didn't notice how offensive that was to Sora, and minded to himself by placing his head in the helmet. Cloud and Leon then looked identical, if it wasn't for the piercing eyes shown through. Sora sighed and glared down at his feet. 'Whatever you servants do'.

Nevertheless, Sora would not want to tackle a guard. Even if they were all brawn and no brains (some of them, at least), the King would take the servant in a different light. That was the last thing he wanted. He didn't want to be back on the streets of the Kingdom.

It made him remember, thinking about that. Every year or so, the guards scout the entire kingdom and take in people as servants. Anyone willing, of course. These people could be from rich to poor. They would stand on the pavements and push themselves forward, or in Sora's case; his parents pushing him forward. He didn't have a choice, but he was willing. He wanted it.

"I was wondering if you could answer some questions, Leon." He stroked his hair mindlessly, eyes staring at the floor as he tried to gather the queries in his mind before sprouting them out of his mouth.

"Of course. But, be quick. I have duty to get to, okay?" The helmet hid the smile, but you could see it clear within his eyes. "Shoot."

Sora nodded, but his gaze fell to Cloud. A small noise came from the back of his throat, showing hesitation.

"Uh, Cloud? Could you just…" Leon noted, eyes shifting from Sora to his co-worker. Without a word, Cloud began to move off to the side, patrolling the square. Leon turned back to Sora and smiled.

"Sorry, I just didn't want him to know about the whole—"

"Yes. Yes, of course." The older man struggled to stay comfortable in his armour, which was understandable. It was probably designed to stay comfortable while moving, not while stationary. Sora took in a deep breath. He didn't want this to come out wrong.

"I know you said to me yesterday that you didn't know anything about the kings," he began, picking at his nails absent-mindedly. "but… I'm curious. Why would they want me? Me of all people?"

Leon's cobalt orbs narrowed slightly. Not in an angered approach, but in a sympathetic manner. "Sora, I really don't know. I was being honest the first time. I'm sorry." Sora nodded in reply, hanging his head. There wouldn't be any way he'd find out, until it hit him in the face and something bad happens. "Why? What happened?" he leant forward, motioning his head to the bench at the side. "I-If you don't mind me asking, of course." He quickly added. "Come."

Looking messy, Sora shuffled after the knight to the bench and plopped down with a sigh. Leon parked himself adjacent.

He explained everything: Roxas, Riku, the union, the small incidents.

"King Roxas is interested in you?" Leon gaped. Sora gaped back. He was expecting something along the lines of, 'King Roxas is homosexual?' But no.

"Uh, yeah." Sora scratched his head, a little confused himself. "He said he had been ever since the first time he saw me. I don't get it." He frowned.

"You are a good kid." Leon complimented, not really sure of what to say. "I mean - you're cute, funny, gentle–" He cut himself off. Ah. Don't want to get too attached. Sora smiled in reply, but it wasn't a convinced smile.

"But he has all of those women. Those pretty, innocent girls. They're right under his nose, and with one word, he could grab them all. He has everything he's ever wanted."

"Sora!" Leon chuckled, pressing his metal-plated hand on the other's shoulder. Sora winced at the sudden weight. "Think about it. If you could be with King Roxas, without all the trouble of how people would react – and laws, would you? Would you be with him?"

He pressed his lips into a thin line with thought. His oceanic eyes glittered in the daydream. "Yes."

Wait. What? Yes? Sora covered his mouth. His eyes immediately darted to Leon. He only smiled in response.

"So why not? Take the chance."

"Isn't… homosexuality…"

"Well, Me and Cloud…" Leon interrupted.

"You and… Cloud?" Sora twisted his head to the side. His eyes widened with realisation.

"Just us two know about this, okay? Come talk to me whenever you want, Sora." The guard patted the servant's knee twice before shifting his weight to stand and walk away, waving behind his head.

Sora gazed at his feet. He wondered what it was like to have sex with a man. Did it feel the same? Was it better, was it worse? Did it hurt? Sora had sex before two or three times when he was dating a girl, but that was many years ago. Long before he joined the castle workers.

He could vaguely remember how it felt. She was a beautiful girl: dark red hair; small-pursed lips; gorgeous brown eyes. A petite figure: small breasts; small waist and hips; but a loud, dominant personality.

Would it really be that different? Apart from the obvious things. The muscles, the voice, the technique, the… the…

Sora had to cough to wipe his own thoughts. Stop it! he told himself. This isn't getting you anywhere. He exhaled heavily. Eyes fluttered to the sky. Rise was soon – that came quickly. The sun always seemed to rise faster than it set. He'd better get back and clean himself up.

He did as he told himself. He protruded from the communal bath. Usually, these would be full to the brim, but as Sora was still early, he was the only one there. He wrapped a towel around his waist and waltzed over to his clothes at the side. He started to get dressed.

"Sora…" a voice mumbled quietly, followed by footsteps. Sora glanced over his shoulder to see Roxas. The servant's lips tightened and he averted his eyes. Remember the rules, Sora. Remember the rules. "I figured you would be here."

It was true. This was Sora's first bath this week. Servants were only allowed one a week due to water use. "Your Majesty." Sora bowed lowly. The towel slithered from his waist, but he swiftly grabbed it and hid himself before anything was revealed. Roxas chuckled genuinely with a smirk.

"There is no need for the formalities." He waved his hand delicately in the air as he approached slowly. "I have come to alert you that I am leaving tonight."

Sora's expression fell. "Tonight? But, why so soon?" He only received another chuckle in reply.

"I have my own kingdom to tend to. I suppose Riku has already notified you about this evening?" He took a seat by Sora, adjacent to his ragged clothes.

"This evening? No, sir…" Sora's eyebrow rose in suspicion.

"He will soon, then. I shall be there along with Riku and the guests." He informed. His voice was so assertive and confident. Sora nodded in reply. There was a short silence. However, Roxas stayed. It was a hint that he should continue changing.

Sora flushed red. He turned his back to the king. Even though that might have slightly been out of the rules, he would hate for such royalty to see something so… vulgar. Sora slipped out of his towel. Even though he was shorter and less confident and dominant than Roxas or Riku, he was still toned in all areas. His arms, backside and stomach showed evidence of training. There was a tiny, satisfied murmur from behind.

There was small movement. Sora felt a cold arm slink around his waist, pulling him back. He grunted from the sudden push of air from his lower abdomen. A pair of lips gently sucked on his neck, a hand roaming down his side. Sora was tense at first. He couldn't do this. This was a king. He was a servant. He attempted to push Roxas away, but was tenderly pressed against the wall.

Sora turned his head to the side as Roxas craved for more access. He remembered what Leon had said.

"If you could be with King Roxas, without all the trouble of how people would react – and laws, would you? Would you be with him?"

Nobody was around. There was no law against a king. Sora exhaled shakily as the lips moved to his chest. Roxas was very slow and gentle. It was surprising for someone so demanding. Sora used the wall for support with his left hand.

"Your Majesty—" Sora began, but he was interrupted.

"Shh…" Roxas hushed, pressing a single finger to the servant's lips. "Just for now." His amble hand slid further South.

"Huhh—" Sora shuddered under the touch. He shut his eyes tightly. What was that? He sucked in his lips. "Uh, Your Majesty, please—"

"Sora…" the king murmured. He pressed his soft, moist lips against the servant's to give several chaste kisses, but did not use his tongue. Sora was partly relived, yet he pondered why. He was distracted from his thoughts as the right spot was reached again. The movements were unbearably slow. Sora's free hand rapidly slapped down on Roxas'.

"Your Majesty, I cannot, I cannot!" Sora pleaded. He gazed into the other's eyes with hope that he might back away. Roxas gazed back with the usual emptiness. Sora was silenced by a tight shift of the hand. "Ahh!" His mind screamed, Riku! Riku! What about Riku?

Sora had enough. He roughly shoved the king off him and grabbed his clothes, slipping them on, despite his obvious erection. Roxas was taken by surprise. The servant suddenly took off, managing a quick, short bow just before. He stumbled out of the dressing room and sped to his quarters.

Roxas smiled to himself. He was pleased with the result, even though he wasn't given the chance to give Sora ultimate pleasure.

Sora fled. He ran so fast. He swiftly opened his room door and slammed it shut, pressing his back against it. His lungs couldn't control themselves. They were pumping fast due to the run and the excitement. He dropped his head back and stared at the ceiling.

"He always seems to harass me…" He mumbled to himself, breath still shaky. His hand slithered down his pants and he felt was Roxas had arisen. The room was cold. Having stonewalls didn't help. Sora bit his lower lip.

Roxas was so gentle. The way he moved his lips and used his hands and whispered sweet, loving words…

His legs struggled to hold the weight of his body. Roxas was softhearted in sex. He was perfect. His eyes, his lips, his chest, his tenderness. Sora's hand moved by itself as his mind ran through the things he loved about the king.

His back slid down the door and he sat on the cool floor, cheeks flushed. "Sir…" he moaned, gripping his member and pumping excruciatingly slowly as Roxas had done. "Please!" He winced. He had to speed up, it was unbearable. He didn't know how he held out before. His hand drove faster and faster; his breath shorter and shorter. He had to cover his mouth with his free hand. He was afraid that he was too loud.

"H-Hnn!" He couldn't control his voice. "T-Touch me…" He threw his head from side to side, trying to keep it back. "Oh, please – uhh! R-R-" The vibrations exploded from the base of his member right to the tip. His climax lasted a little less than ten seconds, but that was not enough for him. He wanted more. His hand continued to pump out of his orgasm.

He slowed and stared at his seed. The floor was covered in it. He gulped. He hadn't masturbated in so long. He hadn't felt the need to. He was so hyped up on work and catering for Riku that he had completely forgotten. That must be the reason for his prolonged orgasm.

"What have I done…" He questioned himself. "So dirty…" He grabbed a tissue from the side and began mopping it up. That was another fraction of his innocence gone. He dropped his head into his hands. He felt terrible.

Amble fingers chucked the tissue into the bin as he stood. His legs were still trembling, but he felt a lot better.

Shaking Sora from his daze, a church bell rung in the distance. It was the signal of rise; the start of the day. Being already washed and clean, the servant trudged straight to Riku's room.

This was his daily routine: wake, wash (if it was his turn), and then work. He didn't earn, but he was given bread and board, which was more than enough.

Before he woke the king, he grabbed Riku's breakfast from the kitchen: a glass of water; a bowl of tomato soup; a baguette; an egg; toast; fruit – the whole package. Sora smiled. He loved pleasing Riku.

He knocked on the King's door twice, and then opened it with his shoulder blade, seeming as both of his hands were occupied with a large tray. "Your Majesty!" He exclaimed.

The room was beautiful. Red, black and cream. Royal, rich colours. An over-sized four-poster bed sat in the middle. The sheets were red with black pillows, and cream curtains draped over the sides. A sofa was placed to the right of the bed, a wardrobe opposite, and a great window behind the bed. Sora smiled gently.

He couldn't see Riku behind the curtains, but he could imagine the light from the window filtering down on his silver hair, reflecting against his glittering eyelashes…

"Your Majesty." Sora repeated. He put the tray down on the table by the bed. Delicate fingers pawed at the curtains, drawing them back slightly. Riku's eyes were shut, his lips slightly parted. His open chest heaved up and down slowly. "Sire…"

Sora reached out and brushed the silver hair gently from the king's eyes. It was just as he had imagined. The light made Riku look more of an angel than he already was.

"Nnn…" Riku murmured. He lifted his hand and gently clasped it around Sora's wrist. The servant flinched.

"A-Ah, Your Majesty…" Was he awake? Did he know that I touched him? Sora thought. His mind raced.

"Oh, Sora… It's only you." The hand released his wrist, and the body shifted to sitting position. His open chest screamed out to Sora. Touch me, touch me!

He turned his back, ignoring the instinct.

"Your Majesty, I have brought your breakfast." He wandered over to the side to open the curtains. Light poured into the room, blinding Sora for a second. He had to turn back to Riku to rest his eyes.

Uh, what, um, this, embarrassing, huh, oh?

Sora's eyes almost shot out of their sockets. Riku looked heavenly. His hair, white in the dawnlight, draped over his shoulders, his eyes were half closed, his body was twisted so that his chest was facing Sora.

"Thank you…" he mumbled. Those bright blue eyes continued to fix on the servant as a hand reached out to take the banana at the side. He peeled the skin off slowly, and then parted his lips to engulf the tip with his warm tongue.

Sora enflamed red and swung around on his heels. "I-Is there anything else you need, sir?" He spoke quickly, chest heaving up and down. Why did it have to be the banana? There was an orange there, too! Ah… maybe that wouldn't have been such a good idea either, he thought.

Sora had never noticed or seen the king in this way before. Of course, Riku had always acted this way, but for some reason, Sora saw it all through different eyes. A one-shaded blush[1] filled his cheeks.

"Mmph," Riku chewed with a satisfied expression. Sora had to glance over his shoulder as the king was going to speak. It demanded attention. "This is good." He sat completely upright so he was able to swallow, and then licked his lips. Sora's eyes followed his tongue as it trailed along those precious lips.

"Ah, yes. I almost forgot," His long, feminine fingers dropped the banana skin onto the tray as if it was a dead carcass. "I have some guests visiting later on this evening. It is important that they receive the upmost attention and care." His eyes flickered over to Sora's. "I trust you can do this," He cleared his throat. "Of course, you will not be the only servant there."

So this was what Roxas was talking about. A guest evening, huh…

"Are there any special requests, Your Majesty?"

"No, not at all. That is all I need. Thank you."

"Your Majesty," Sora bowed before exiting the room. He could feel Riku's eyes all over him. The night was going to be interesting.

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Guests filled the hall, chatter echoing amongst the walls, bodies clamping together due to the lack of space. There was another room available with more space, but all guests wanted to be around the king and bask in his chivalrous company.

Towards the end of the hall, on the stage, sat a band of three violinists and one cellist. Together they created slow but relaxing music. It wasn't too loud, so people could still natter over the top.

Sora had been given the role of waiter. There were about 20 other servants as waiters, too. Sora held a tray filled with champagne glasses. It was incredibly difficult to squeeze between the crowd around the king while keeping all of the glasses full and intact, along with clean shirts.

In fact, the waiters were ignored. The guests only wanted the drinks. They never conversed with them, or thanked them. Just took the drink and turned their back. Sora scowled to himself quietly as he came across one of these people. He averted his eyes from the person he had re-joined a group to talk about politics.

Instead, he switched his gaze to the king. Both of them. A large crowd gathered around both Riku and Roxas. They looked like excellent entertainers; the crowd was heaving with laughter.

Sora smiled at a guest who took a glass and thanked him before moving on. At least somebody was grateful. A long exhale escaped from his lips. He wanted to rest. He wanted to sit down and have a glass of champagne himself. His sight glided over the kings to see if they wanted any of his services. His sight was met by Riku. The king's hand rose up and flickered, motioning Sora to come forward.

Sora obeyed as asked. He moved through the gap in the crowd Riku had created with his hand, and as expected, the people split. Sora trudged nervously through the gap until he stood adjacent Riku, the tray shaking in his hands.

He bowed his head to the kings first, and then the guests. "G-Good evening." He croaked, trying to avoid contact with Roxas as much as possible.

"As you have requested, yes, this is one of my servants." Riku proudly motioned to Sora with his graceful hand. "He is much like yours, Xemnas."

Sora's eyes flickered to the guest. He dressed in the most spectacular way. He was obviously the prince of his own kingdom. His eyes were as orange as the sun at down. His arms were draped in a peach-gold tunic, topped off with a bright blue cape. It illuminated his silver hair, tied back into a tail, which reminded him of Riku, except Riku always wore it down.

Sora flushed. Don't look at him! Ever since the kings had been so flexible on the rules, he'd been getting ahead of himself. A hand gently cupped his chin and forced him to look into the sun-filled eyes.

"Do not worry about that with me. We are all guests tonight." Xemnas softly rubbed his thumb against the servant's chin. Sora saw Riku twitch out of the corner of his eye.

"A drink, perhaps, Roxas?" He interrupted. Sora quickly pulled away from Xemnas and bowed, offering the king a glass. Roxas clutched the glass with a smirk. It was definitely aimed at Riku. Xemnas was taken by surprised. He slyly lifted his hand to his hip and flicked his fingers out, but slowly as so nobody would notice.

Sora stepped back. His attention was caught by Xemnas' servant as he scurried away out of the door. Where was he going?

"Riku, I must say: one's kingdom is extraordinarily impressive."

Riku's lips spread out into a joyful smile. "I am grateful, Xemnas. My father painted this very ceiling with his own hands." He turned his back to wave at the high ceiling. The crowd was intrigued as the king began to inform about the history.

Xemnas lunged forward as soon as Riku turned his back. His fist lifted high and then crashed down to the left of the king's spine, a dagger in hand. Sora dropped the tray in shock as Riku cried out and fell to the ground. The glasses smashed against the floor. Guards that had never been seen by Sora's eyes before gushed into the room and attacked the local sentinels. The crowd silenced and spread. The guards tackled Xemnas in retaliation. Blood was smeared across the floor as it oozed from Riku's back. One of the guards, strengthened by his armour and his halberd, stood in front of the body to protect the king.

Sora backed off as his eyes fell on the king. Other guards gathered around to lift him.

"Leave at once!" Somebody bellowed. All guests obeyed and scurried out of the hall. A hand snaked around Sora's waist and pulled him close to a body. He was too shocked to fight back.

His eyes followed the king as he was taken away. Riku raised his head sluggishly and met his sight. As soon as their eyes met, his head dropped back down. The arm around Sora's waist tightened and led him away.

How… how did this happen? Was it Roxas? The hate between both of them was evident. Who did those guards belong to? It could be Roxas. Roxas' guards. It was Roxas…

"Get in!" A voice ordered him. A horse and carriage pulled up beside the two. Sora could do nothing but conform. He crawled inside and sat quiet and tense. He gazed down at his clothes. They were covered in blood. Riku's blood. He bit his lip and glared at the man who had taken him away. Roxas.

"It was you!" He growled, lunging to attack. "It was you all this time! What do you have against the king? Why would you order his death?" He was screaming, close to tears. His fingers scratched at the body in front of him. Two hands gripped his arms and pushed him down onto the seat. Sora panted heavily, teeth gritted, eyes narrowed, brows furrowed.

"Sora… Sora, I deeply apologise from the depths of my heart. It was I." Roxas looked as if he was going to break and shatter. "Nonetheless, for your safety. You were in great danger. Riku will live. Sora… Sora, have faith in me."

[1] -- I hate the whole "And he blushed a million and two shades of red."

Wtf! _ Surely only one or two shades are possible. Hehe. n___n

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Ooh. (; Review, and tell me who you think it was! Is it all a hoax or did Roxas do it? Or someone else. o: