Chapter 6

"A god?" Sora laughed a little, holding on to her hand. "That's silly Mika chan dont tell stories like that…"

Her gaze was locked on to soras face, he suddenly sensed her seriousness and back up, "WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUSLY?"

She nodded and looked back to the river, not sure what to expect. "Yes."

He looked shocked and blushed, taking her hand and continuing to walk. "That's okay, Mika chan...I still...I still love you."

She looked towards him, his face lit up in the moonlight and her own skin began to glow. Her heart racing.
Sora smiled, "Mika chan, your skin is glowing."

"T-that happens when im embarrassed…" She looked away from him.
Sora laughed, and pushed her slightly. "I'll race you."

"No way!" She yelled, "you dont know where were going."

"I can still beat you there." He laughed and took off running.

"YOU DONT KNOW WHERE WERE GOIN!" She laughed and took off running after him.

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Riku had been trapped.

His days with ansem has been prison for him. This man invaded his space. Invaded his heart. Invaded his mind. Riku had loved him. Yes...he had loved him. His memories of this love came flooding back to him. His heart was racing as the memories came back. That smile of Ansem's...comforting...soothing...he was there for him. He was there for him, yes, he was there...that's right...when sora...when sora...When he wasn't.

He felt the vision of Ansem run his hand over Riku's hair, pulling at the silver strains that matched Ansem's own. Like they were connected. Like they were from the same cloth. Weren't they? Wasn't that what Ansem always said?
He doesn't love you, he would say.

He doesn't notice you, he would say.

You wanted to escape with him didn't you? He didn't want you.

Riku's eyes overflowed with tears like a cup over-poured. His heart was released with those words. He didn't love me. He didn't notice me.

Ansem pulled him close.

Ansem soothed him.

It was Ansem, that's right...It was, wasn't it?

"I saw you with him and I knew that I had lost you." His words brought Riku out of his trance. Feeling something cool and wet on his cheek, he quickly whipped it away. A tear. He was crying. Why? Why was he…

Ansem now sat at the table across from him. A hand resting on top of his. The cold food he had made for Sora sitting in front of him, untouched. What had happened? Why didn't he remember?

"You're married to him now, aren't you?" Those topaz eyes remained on him like a laser sight.

Riku nodded slowly, trying to get himself to wake up from this daze. "Yes…"

Ansem's hand pulled away from Riku's, leaving it feeling oddly cold. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh, putting a hand over his face. "What has changed?"

Riku took a moment to answer that question, his eyes shifting to his hand, cold from the suddenly loneliness. "I...I don'-"

"You don't know?" Ansem snapped, straightening his posture back up. "You don't know, you say?"

"I don't reall-" Riku stopped himself this time. Did he know what changed?

Ansem leaned forward, placing his hand back atop Riku's. The isolation broken. The warmth returned. The burning heat of his tan skin resonating inside Riku. A familiar heat. "Riku," He took a shallow breath before continuing. "I long for you. After all of that time, we were one. We shared our bodies...Being apart, it just doesn't feel right…"

Riku's eyes shifted down, part of his mind understanding the words that Ansem was whispering to him. The cold food in front of Ansem was a grim reminder of his absent husband.

"You know it deep down in your heart, too…" Ansem pressed his body to the edge of the table, pieces of his hair falling from the bun, dragging across the food.

Riku's face broke the frozen spell it was under, his upper lip raising in one corner slightly. "Ansem," His eyes rolled up to meet Ansem's piercing gaze. "You know why I'm not with you. You're cold. You're...heartless."

Ansem's loving expression vanished from his face, his expression now blank, "Riku, you know whatever I did, I did it for you."

"You did it for me?" Riku's eyes were now shooting daggers at his counter part.

"Well, yes, I did it for you...Your love for him, his obliviousness...It was all torture for you and I didn't want that for you." Ansem gave a gentle smile to Riku. "You know that…That's why you…"

Riku stood from the table, slapping Ansem's hand off of his, "Yes, I knew that, but now I know better. You bathed me in self-hatred. Hatred for someone I love." He took a step away from the table, bumping into the kitchen counter. "You fed off of it."

Ansem rose and pushed the table towards Riku, knocking it over, breaking the plates and scattering the food, the candles rolling to the ground. "I fed off of my love for you, Riku, can't you see that."

"You're nothing but a monster." Riku spit his words at him, his emotions erupting from inside him. "You were never there for me. You were never anything but selfish."

"You don't mean that, Riku." Ansem stated, kicking the table and all of the fallen contents out of his path. "You don't mean that." He started his stalk towards Riku, his head tilted downward, but his eyes fixated on Riku like prey. He knew that look.
Riku's hand slid backwards onto the counter, looking for a specific item he knew had been there. He had to find it.
"You look the same as you always had, Riku…" He was reaching him, his arm was reaching out to him. "We could do it. We could be together."

Riku's head instinctively started shaking, his eyes welling again, "No. Never." His hand fumbled some more, where is it, where is it?
"Riku. You know you're mine." His shadow covered Riku, a red glow coming from behind him.
Suddenly, a prick in his finger. He found it. Clenching it in his hands, he braced himself.

"You're coming with me. You always will be with me." Ansems hand slid itself around his neck, applying a bit of pressure and pressing his lips against his ear, "Together, we're the same. You and I ar-"

A warm liquid spew against Riku's neck, causing him to whence, the tears flowing down his cheeks.

Ansem backed up away from Riku, his eyes sliding down to his stomach. "What the?" His hands hovered around the foreign object that was now lodged inside of his stomach, trying to decide what to do.

Riku's eyes shifted to the ceiling, letting out subtle whines, biting his lips, his hands resting against the counter.
The red glow engulfing the color of the room, Ansem wrapped his fingers around the end of object, pulling it out slowly with aggressive screams. With a final yell, it was out, and he could see it perfectly, reflecting the red that trailed bounced off all of the objects in the apartment. "A knife?" His eyes locked back onto Riku, clear betrayal and hatred pouring out of him, alongside the blood that now escaped his body like water free from a dam. "Why?"

"I'm sorry…" Riku's knees were shaking, slowly bring him to the floor.

Ansem let out one last choked groan before collapsing to the floor. The red glow engulfing him, too.

Riku now sat on the floor, his vision failing him as he let out small noises. The heat of the red glow seemingly comforting him.