Another chapter.
Warnings: Yaoi. Kidnapping. Dark themes. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I have never own Kingdom Hearts, nor will I ever.
"Is the room ready or not?" Riku asked, slightly irritated. Xehanort clicked his tongue in amusement. "Yes... it's ready. You know my doors are always ready for those of the darkness, for those whom are willing recruits..." he said, clearly enthralled that Riku had willingly returned this time around. "And Sora?" He asked as Riku was walking away. "What about him?" Riku said icily, turning back to give him a sharp glare. "I was merely wondering what he was doing here. Seemingly knocked out in your arms." The man smirked, starting at the sleeping youth. "He is mine, and you are to stay away from him if you want the use of the keyblade. Sora is a prisoner in your home, and you are to make sure in my absences, he stays a prisoner." Riku said. Xehanort laughed a deep chuckle, raising an eyebrow before nodding. "You have a deal." With that Riku turned out the doors, into the dark hallways.
The hallways were black as night, barely any light besides magically lit fire lamps on the walls. It wasn't as good as electricity, but Xehanort liked to stay away from things like that. If he could help it that is. His footsteps echoed in the empty hallways and if one looked up, one would see the highest ceiling. To the point where it remained in the shadows even during the day. After a bit of traveling in the maze like castle ways, Riku reached the room. The doors were large and thick, made from the toughest wood there was, yet it was elegantly decorated with elaborate cravings. Shifting Sora in his arms enough to allow him to turn the knob, he kicked the door. Even with a fair amount of force in his kick, the door slowly swung open.
It was the west wing of the castle, an area Riku had specifically asked to be his, and his alone. Laying Sora down finally on the huge bed, he stared at him. The plush white covers and blankets and pillows made him seem all the more innocent. If only the pained expression on his face, which remained in his sleep, would go away. Riku leaned over Sora, hovering over him as he gently pressed his lips onto Sora's. Wanting nothing more but for Sora to one day press back into a kiss. For now, he left the warm lips and sighed.
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It was the softness of the bed that woke me up in suspicion.
I knew I had fallen sleep on the Gumi-ship, and from there I had no idea where this was. Sitting up, I instantly noticed my new lack of clothes. I was left in a long white dress shirt, that went to my mid thighs. The sleeves went a little past my finger tips, but over all it dwarfed me in size. I would have screamed in frustration, as my fists came down uselessly on the soft pillows with a 'poof' sound. A grunt came from the right to see a sleeping Riku get up in irritation. "Morning sunshine." He gave a gruff greeting as a frown stayed on my face. "Where are my clothes?" I demanded in a dry retort. "I don't know...maybe the maids took them." He replied with a shrug, not alarmed I was left nude in the first place. "And let me guess... you took off my clothes... for what reason again?" I said, voice raising in anger, or hysteria. "Look they probably took your clothes for cleaning or something. As for why, I don't need to give you a reason why I did it." He spat, eyes as cold as his heart. "In fact-" he said as he grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling us into an inch apart "I never have to give you a reason why I do anything anymore." I ripped away his hand from the shirt and looked away from him.
"Is this why you wanted me?-" I gestured to the room around us "-To keep me trapped, like some kind of possession?" I growled myself. Riku turned away from me, staying still for a moment before moving to leave out of one of the doors leading out of this room. "No. I love you...but until you love me... until you try to love me... I can't-.." his voice as soft as I remembered it. Even if I couldn't see his face, his shoulders lowered, but at the end he then regained his ridged stance. "Don't try anything funny Sora. I don't want to hurt you anymore." He looked back with a hard to read expression, "But I will if I have to." Finishing his piece, he slipped out the door. Somewhere in the distance there was a bigger thud of a door shutting.
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(Time skip-Six Months later.)
"No! You can't do this! Riku! Riku!"
Riku stood, his back on the thumping door. Where Sora banged on the other side, trying to get through but while it was heavily built, it was magically enforced as well. "Riku! All our friends! Please! Please don't do this!" Riku swallowed the raising disgust in himself and walked away. Riku knew he was badly beaten, he would barely walk, and he knew the room was totalled. He had to do this, however, for the good of them both.
Making his keyblade appear, and Sora's he had to get to Xehanort and open the door before he lost control of the keyblade again. One day, Sora would understand.
Wouldn't he?