My Fatal Reality
About the story – Yea, I don't know why, but somehow I found myself writing a new fiction about Kingdom Hearts. The pairings are RikuxSora?xSora, and many more. So if you don't like shounen-ai/yaoi, please don't read any further. Bad grammar, angst, Sora- torturing, angst, dark themes, angst and of course, boy loving another boy Oh yeah, and did I mention angst? This was first supposed to be DNAngel fic... But… I feel like writing KH stuff ;P
Oh yeah, also mild Kairi-bashing.
Disclaimer – I do not own Kingdom Hearts.
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Chapter 08 – Death
When Sora returned home, he felt odd atmosphere surrounding him. He didn't know what had happened, but he didn't like the feeling he got, as he stepped inside. It was somehow even quieter than usually.
The brunette shook his head and kicked his shoes off. Before he could even think about going to his room, he saw Rinoa coming from behind a corner, running her hand through her dark hair. Sora lifted his eyebrow, wondering what she was doing here.
"Oh, Sora." The principal smiled to the boy, as she noticed him. Something in her was different than usually. Sora couldn't tell what it was, but the difference just was there. Maybe she had been talking with his father and something had gone wrong? No… she wasn't different like that…
"W-w-what are you doing here?" Sora asked, suddenly feeling extremely nervous for some reason.
Rinoa smiled as sweetly as she could, "It's nothing. I just wanted to speak with your father. Everything's okay." She said, as she walked past the brown-haired boy, towards the door. But before she opened it, she turned around and looked at Sora, "Is something wrong?"
The brunette teen took few steps backwards. He quickly shook his head, before running away, up the stairs and to his room.
He slammed the door close and leaned his back on it. He placed his hand on his chest, on top of the place where he could feel his heart pounding rapidly. He closed his eyes and inhaled deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.
He didn't know what had gotten into him. Quickly he slipped his back bag from his shoulders and opened it. He picked up Luca, and hugged the teddy bear close to his chest, few tear drops falling from his eyes and landing on Luca's forehead, "What's wrong with me Luca? This' not normal…"
But the teddy bear just kept staring into the nothingness, the same glimpse of concern in its eyes.
Sora's shoulders trembled, as he pressed his forehead against Luca's. He was now crying out loud, and yet he had no clue why. Just because of seeing Rinoa and felt something weird, he already lost all of the control over himself and broke into desperate sobs. He didn't even know what was wrong with the young principal, but he couldn't help but feel terrified.
This feeling was just something he couldn't describe. It made him feel cold all over and oppressed.
Sora bit his lip and opened his eyes. He saw feet of his Shadow, right in front of him. Afraid of looking up, the brunette clutched Luca closer to his chest. But he couldn't avoid his fate any longer, as a hand snaked into his hair, grabbing a fistful of it and pulling him up.
There was no point in resisting. It would only make it all worse.
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Zexion let out a loud sigh, as he saw his brother walking through the front door. Riku's expression said more than thousand words. The older silver-haired man took his reading glasses away and placed the book he had been reading on the table next to the couch and stood up.
"Don't say anything." Riku warned his brother, lifting his hand into the air and quickly walking past Zexion, "…I don't wanna hear any more of your stupid psychology."
Zexion chuckled, and grabbed his brother's shoulder, before he was able to proceed to his room, "So you didn't follow my advice?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer, "So you're just going to let him go?"
Riku slapped Zexion's hand away and narrowed his eyes at the other one, "No. I'm just going to give him some time to think this all through. I'm just probably advancing too fast." He explained, while rubbing his temples. He knew that he didn't sound too convincing, but he didn't feel like acting anything that he wasn't at the moment.
"Ah I see." Zexion replied and folded his arms above his chest. He glanced Riku from head to toes. An odd look swept over his face, as he pushed his brother to sit down on the couch, "…Look, I have a plan."
The younger one of the siblings rolled his eyes, giving Zexion 'not again…'-look.
"Aww, don't be like that." The silver-haired man said, smiling a little, "You know where Sora lives, right?"
Riku looked at his brother, before nodding his head slowly. He wasn't sure whether he liked the look in Zexion's eyes or not, "Y-yeah, I know where he lives… Why?" he finally replied unsurely, frowning deeply.
The older one's smile just grew wider, as he placed his hands on Riku's shoulders, giving him a gentle squeeze, "Perfect. We are going there tonight and kidnap him."
Riku stared his brother, dull look on his face, "…We are going to do what?"
"You heard me." Zexion said, folding his arms above his chest and nodding his head firmly, "We'll go abduct him, so you can take him out and spend some romantic time together. Maybe you could sing a ballad underneath his window, then climb up and steal your Juliet's heart… Ohh, so romantic…"
Riku couldn't help but keep staring at his brother. He couldn't actually be serious about this… Kidnap Sora? The younger one of the two wondered if his brother had finally lost all of his sanity, "That's the craziest plan you've ever made. And it would never work either. I mean honestly…"
Zexion inhaled a deep breath and closed his eyes. How could Riku be so rude and not appreciate his wonderful plans? He turned around, and was now facing his back to his brother. It would be really romantic if Riku climbed through his window and jumped into his bed and then would do… erm, let's just censor the rest of the events.
"Zexion…" Riku interrupted his brother's thoughts, "What do you think that I would accomplish by abducting him? Like I said, I'm probably advancing too fast, which makes him feel awkward when I'm around."
The older male turned around and readied his hand to slap Riku for being so stupid and acting all gold-hearted. Zexion knew Riku the best. He knew how badly he wanted to do naughty things to Sora. It was easy to tell by the look of his eyes, when he was talking about him.
"Don't try act all innocent and pure, Riku." Zexion stated, trying to fight against the urge to slap the other one, "I know how much you just want to make him yours."
Riku opened his mouth to protest, but closed it soon afterwards. Zexion was right, yet he was wrong. Of course he wanted that Sora would be his, but still he didn't want to force the brunette do anything he didn't want to do. He just sighed and shook his head, "You don't understand this at all. This' not an ordinary crush. This' something much deeper."
"I know that." Zexion said, "That's exactly why you have to do it."
Riku stood up, giving his brother an angry glare, "You still don't get it do you? I don't need your stupid plans to ruin the only small thing I have left!" he said, a little bit loudly that he had intended, "Maybe it's only stupid to think that I'd maybe still have some kind of chances with him."
Zexion watched as his brother walked away to his room, making sure to slam the door close so hard that it made the walls around it shake.
The silver-haired man shook his head in defeat. Riku was a lot denser than he had thought.
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Roxas looked at the red-haired boy, who was sitting next to him, as they were riding a bus to their homes. But Axel just resisted watching back at his companion, keeping his eyes gazing hollowly out of the window. He could feel the intense glare he gained from the blonde boy, but didn't feel like returning it at the moment.
Roxas seemed to realize soon that he was being ignored and snorted loudly, "You're such a jerk Axel." He stated, pouting slightly.
Axel chuckled coldly, and reached his hand out to ruffle his friend's hair, "Oh Roxie, Roxie. You simply have no clue whatsoever." He said, leaning his head on the cold window, watching as scenery changed rapidly, "World isn't as black and white as you think."
"I know it's not." Roxas said, shifting his position slightly, so he could watch out of the window too, "But I still don't understand why you'd do something like that for Kairi. You must've realized that she doesn't love you at all. She's just using you."
There was a short moment of silence, before Axel shrugged, "I know."
"Then why…" the blonde boy asked weakly, "…Why you let her do that?"
Axel sighed and finally turned to look at Roxas. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. Eventually he glanced out of the window once again, "You don't understand. You don't see her the way I see her."
Roxas frowned and grabbed Axel's arm, trying to draw his attention back at him, "You can't be serious. You mean you are just going to let her continue that?"
"You have no clue…" Axel said quietly, tearing his arm away from the smaller boy, "…How can you tell me to do something, since you have known me only for like… let's see… three months? How can you tell me to stop liking someone, you don't even know?"
The coldness in the redhead's voice made Roxas shiver, but only slightly. He knew that Axel seemed pretty mean sometimes, but he also knew that he wasn't a bad person.
But those words had still made his heart hurt. He was right, they had known for such a short while, but Roxas couldn't help this growing affection towards the taller boy. It might sound silly, but the blonde really cared about Axel. No matter how big jerk and idiot he was, he still couldn't stop liking him.
He would never admit that out loud though. Never.
"I'm sorry." Roxas mumbled, trying to sound as confident as he could, "You're right, I've no right to tell you what to do."
Axel grinned a little, "Exactly." He said, not noticing how this small reply affected the boy, who was sitting next to him.
Roxas' heart throbbed painfully. He had kind of expected a different kind of answer. Axel probably didn't mean it like that, but it still hurt. He sighed and looked down at his lap. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't accept the things Kairi had just made Axel do. He knew that the red-haired boy would never attack someone who was younger and smaller than him, without someone telling him to do so.
And what confused Roxas the most, was why Kairi had so much power over Axel and his life?
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Sora gasped for air, as he watched the Shadow disappear into one of the shadowy corners in his large room. He arched his back a little, feeling pain shooting right through his spine. His eyes were wide open, and stared right up at the ceiling, without seeing anything.
Luca lied on the floor, next to the bed, unable to do anything.
The brunette was still gripping on the blankets, somehow, feeling really hard to let go of them. Few tears made their way down on his pillows. He could feel the sweatiness of his body, as the bed sheets became uncomfortably wet around his naked body.
He had done it again. He had been forced to do it again.
Sora gulped loudly, feeling guiltiness fill his heart. Metallic taste came to his mouth, and even if he tried to swallow it away, it didn't fade. His thoughts lingered at the events, which he would have wanted to forget so badly.
The disgust made its way through Sora's veins, making him tremble all over and finally forcing him to loosen his grip on the blankets around him. His breath came out as sharp gasps, no matter how much he tried to calm himself down, by mumbling soothing words to himself.
Too bad, that those words couldn't heal the mental pain and guilt. He had never felt so broken, used or alone before. He knew that there would be no kind of salvation for him. In the end, there would be nothing left, but an empty shell. Everything inside would be consumed by the Shadow, sooner or later.
Sora straightened his back, as he slowly sat up. He looked around, relieved to see that he was alone with Luca now. There was no dead looking people standing next to his bed or whispering into his ear.
The brunette shut his eyes, before opening them again. He repeated this action few times, just to make his eyes work better in the darkness of his room. The floor was cold, as he placed his bare feet on it. With shaky knees, he tried to stand up properly.
He kneeled down a little, and picked up Luca. With the teddy bear, he made his way towards his bathroom, his other leg limping a little.
Once he reached his destination, he looked up at the mirror. He was little taken aback, as he saw the hollowness in his eyes. It was just like they say: 'Eyes are windows to people's souls.'.
He sighed wearily, as he turned the tap of the sink, pouring some cold water on his palms. He leaned down and splashed the water on his face, washing away the sweat and the dried tears. The coldness bit through his skin, but he didn't care. He just hoped that the water would sweep away the guilty and pain… but those things were in his mind to stay.
Sora looked up at the mirror, and his eyes widened, as he saw a pale looking boy standing right behind his back. He let out a small shriek, and spun around quickly, only to notice that there was no one there. He blinked few times, before turning his head back at the mirror, seeing the boy once again.
"Who are… you?" he asked, his voice unsure and weak.
But the boy just stared at him through the mirror. His eyes, which were nearly black, bored into Sora's bright blue ones. No matter how much the brunette tried to look away- he couldn't.
He examined the boy, who was only visible in the mirror. He had brown hair, just like him. Although, it wasn't spiky, but flat and glued on his head, like it would have been wet. He had few cut marks on his cheeks and there was dried blood around them. His skin was pale, and his lips were slightly blue.
"What do you want from me?" Sora tried again, this time managing to sound a little bit braver.
But there still were no reply. The boy just slowly lifted his hand and placed it on Sora's shoulder. The said one could feel coldness hit his skin, but when he looked down, he saw nothing there. But he could feel it, and when he fixed his eyes at the mirror, he could see it too.
The boy's lips moved slowly. He mouthed words, which formed long sentences. However, no matter how closely Sora tried to watch the other one's mouth, he couldn't understand any of the words he tried to say.
Only word he could understand was: 'Death.'
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Riku lied on his bed, his eyes closed and earphones covering his ears. He quietly sang along the song, his head moving from left to right a little.
Slowly he opened his sea green eyes, looking straight out of one of his windows. It was getting dark, and few stars were shining along side the bright crescent, which was rising from the horizon. He sighed, as he stood up and walked to his window, so he could take a better look of the sky.
He pushed the window open and poked his head out. Cool air greeted him and the gentle, yet cold breeze caressed his face.
Riku leaned his head on his palms, gazing up at the sky. His thoughts wandered back at Sora. He had been thinking about the said brown-haired boy all day. The picture of Sora never left his mind. It kept haunting him, slowly driving him crazy.
Maybe Zexion's idea wasn't so bad after all. Sora's father wouldn't probably even notice if he broke into their house… the last time he had been there, he hadn't even seen him. And from what Riku had heard, he didn't much care what his son was doing… So getting in shouldn't be too hard.
The silver-haired man chuckled, running to his bed and pulling his shoes from underneath it. He kept them there, just in case he felt like sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night. Then he walked to his closet and grabbed his sleeveless yellowish jacket.
He returned back by the window and easily jumped out of it, landing on his feet on the grassy ground. Luckily, his room was on the first floor.
He started tiptoeing towards the fence, which surrounded their house. He made sure to carefully avoid walking past the living room's window. He knew that Zexion probably wouldn't try to stop him, but he didn't want him to know either. Lord knows what kind of rumors would be spreading around the neighborhood then…
Riku climbed over the tall fence, and sighed happily, as he was safely on the other side of it.
With long paces, he started jogging towards the direction of Sora's house. It was pretty long way, but he didn't care. The thoughts of the brown-haired boy kept him jogging faster and faster, until he found himself running, his feet rapidly hitting the asphalt.
He knew that Sora probably wouldn't even let him in… But he just had to talk with him. And this time, he would try not to move too fast. But it wasn't his fault that Sora looked absolutely too adorable, when he pouted, smiled, giggled or… well, everything he did was cute. So cute, that if Sora was a candy, Riku'd definitely eat him.
The silver-haired boy chuckled a little, never letting his pace slow down.
And after good while of running, he finally arrived to Sora's house. Large brick fences were surrounding the area, but Riku could easily climb over them, without much an effort. In fact, he wondered why this kind of big house didn't have a high security alarm system and lots of bulldogs guarding the courtyard.
He shrugged, as he quietly but quickly approached Sora's window. He couldn't really complain about the lack of the bulldogs and alarm system… it just made his little 'quest' easier.
He looked up and saw the window of Sora's room. Or, at least, he was positive that it was the brunette's room. It was hard to tell, since he had been here only once.
There was an old looking tree, right next to the window. Riku smirked, before grabbing the lowest branch of it and pulled himself upwards. The trees' leaves were yellowish, since it was late autumn already. They tickled the silver-haired boy's cheeks, as he kept climbing higher and higher.
Finally Riku reached the window's level and peeked inside. The room was dark, but he could see someone lying on the bed, face buried in the pillows. He smiled a little at the sight of Sora, before slowly leaning towards the window and tapping his fingers on the surface of it.
Immediately Sora shot up and looked around. Riku could see a small frown on his features, as he tried to search the source of voice. The boy, who was sitting in the tree couldn't help but laugh to Sora's expression as he finally spotted him. The brunette made his way to his window and opened it, looking at Riku, confusion reflecting in his eyes.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" Sora gasped, looking into the other one's mysterious eyes. He was only wearing an over-sized T-shirt, which slipped down his other shoulder, showing a little bit too much flesh than needed.
Riku grinned and ran his hand through his silvery hair, "Oh, don't try to act that you're not happy to see me…" he said, before quickly continuing, "…Just kiddin'. I wanted to speak with you. This time I promise I won't try anything."
Sora looked at Riku, not really understand the meaning of the word 'anything', but nodded his head anyways.
The silver-haired teen smiled, as he leaned slightly forward, poking Sora's forehead with his finger, "Let's go somewhere… Though, you might want to… erm… dress up first?" he chuckled as he pulled back, watching as a bright blush creep on Sora's cheeks.
"Ah… yes…" The brown-haired boy mumbled absently, before turning around and walking to his closet, pulling out some clothes.
Riku pretended to look away, while the other one pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his small and slender body. Sora's. It was the first time he really noticed how feminine the other one's form looked. Not that he minded though… Muscular chest and arms didn't suit Sora. He was perfect the way he was now.
A small smirk crossed the taller one's features, as he leaned his back on the tree, still waiting for Sora to dress up.
Eventually Sora returned by the window, holding Luca to his chest, giving a weird look to Riku, "Why do you wanna go out in the middle of the night?"
"I'll explain you later. Just come with me, okay?" Riku said, offering his hand to the smaller male, who took it without hesitation. Sora leaped to the same branch, on which the other one was sitting. They exchanged quick looks, the brunette blushing slightly, while Riku just chuckled.
Soon, they both were walking on a pavement, towards an unknown direction. Sora kept his eyes locked at his shoes and every now and then he looked at Luca, like trying to seek for some solace or help. But the teddy bear just stared in to the nothingness, like enjoying the situation.
Sora sighed and finally gathered all of his courage to look up at Riku. Luckily, he wasn't staring right back at him, "Riku, w-where are w-we going?"
"You'll see."
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Sephiroth opened the dim light of the small cellar-like room. The dark-haired woman's corpse was still lying on the floor. Her eyes were open wide and her mouth in a silent gasp, which probably had never left her lips. Dried blood was surrounding her, stinking powerfully in the air around her.
The silver-haired man made a face, as he stepped over the dead principal, not really caring that she was staining the floor. He made his way to the coffin and placed his hand on top of it, a weird and twisted smile coming to his features.
Aerith had been wrong. He was a bad person. He loved watching people in pain… he loved to be on top of everyone. He loved that everyone was afraid of him… then he didn't have to be afraid of anyone. To kill, or to be killed. That's one of the unwritten laws of the life.
A sharp pain pierced through Sephiroth's head, as few stray memories came back into his mind. However, he easily drove those away, just by shaking his head.
Foolish thing. Why would someone ever need such thing as 'memories'?
The silver-haired leaned against the coffin, running his hand on its wooden surface. He had crafted this coffin all by himself, just for Aerith. He remembered, how he had sat in this same room, designing this coffin for his wife. Waiting for her to come home, so he could lock her here, so she could lay herself down on this trunk.
He was rather happy to know that Aerith's lifeless body was right beneath his hand.
The one he had trusted enough to give his heart… What had she done? Break it into millions of pieces then expecting him to take her back? Foolishness. Pure foolishness. It's not like a heart could be repaired so easily.
Only medicine Sephiroth found that was effective was revenge. By killing her, he had found some kind of peace of mind.
He glanced over his shoulder at Rinoa. She had been so close to find the truth… well, he guessed that she had already figured it out, so only thing to keep her quiet was to silence her forever.
Sephiroth looked back at the coffin and leaned his head downer and whispered, "…Don't worry dear Aerith… You probably will meet someone dear to you soon enough…"
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A/N: Pleh… It's been pretty hard to concentrate on typing lately. Don't know why though… :sigh: Sorry if this chapter was somewhat confusing. Review?
