On Glass Wings
--xxSerenity
Well, not much to say about this chapter. I went ahead and wrote the Seph/Sora scene :D You'll be redirected elsewhere halfway through this chapter for those that really don't want to read it. But even if you don't, you'll still have to know it's there. So nyah :P
anyway, thanks for all your wonderful reviews again, and enjoy this angsty chapter :)
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...it breaks
The building in which the competition took place seemed much, much larger when not overrun with people, so Namine thought as she strolled aimlessly around the vast circular stage, her gaze fixated on the swings now secured back in place after their use.
"We actually performed on those.." She murmured aloud, almost in disbelief that it had all actually happened. Of course, given the peculiar twist of events, the rest of the competition had been canceled, and had Namine not had other, more important things to worry about, she would've been even more devastated. Though now she only had room for one worry, and that was over her currently missing friends.
A sigh released her as she came to pause leaning up against a trampoline, while glancing out the far-off door to the snow as it gathered, coating the quiet city in a blanket of white as the night drew on.
It was purely by chance that she'd stumble upon a piece of paper on the ground that strangely caught her eye though it had nothing special about it; call it a hunch. She leaned over to pick it up, and fiddled with it between nimble fingers before the paper unfolded, bringing to view the words scribbled messily onto the page..
"Three-way Destiny?" She muttered in disgust, clearly not in favor of such a title, but then, a bit further down, a certain name sparked her interest. "Kairi..? Isn't that– Sora's friend?"
That pair of eyes watched them a few moments more, watching as the younger of the two awkwardly cuddled, for warmth no doubt, and the sense of protection that Sephiroth knew he needed by merely observing him for all that time prior to this moment.
Someone like Sora practically screamed for it. The constant need of attention and affection by his means of acting out, not to mention the way he could never sleep on his own without having terrible dreams of events past.
Sora had told him all that of course, upon coming to trust him; his partner, after all.
Sephiroth sneered and continued to watch and listen as the two carried on their conversation quietly.
"So what do we do now? It doesn't look like we can get out of here.." Sora sighed and actually moved to lay his head against Riku's shoulder when he paused awkwardly and merely stared instead as if it were the wrong thing to do, or the wrong thing so soon; he wasn't sure..
Brows furrowed at the thought and he shifted, sliding back and out of the elder teen's lap much to Riku's dismay, who merely watched him as he shuffled back against the wall.
Riku followed, taking up that spot along side of him once more while shrugging lightly.
"We'll think of something. But we can't do anything until one of them comes back down again." Riku pointed.
Though as if on cue that statement brought a small chuckle and the creaking of stairs that alerted both teen's attention.
"You called?" Sephiroth snickered while stepping off that final stair, and as soon as he realized who it was, Riku slid an arm protectively around Sora's shoulders just to draw him close.
Although confused, Sora welcomed this gesture and given the past scene with Sephiroth, Sora even nestled closer that time, reluctant to lift his eyes to the man cloaked in the darkness of those basement shadows..
"Not unless you've come to let us out of here, Sephiroth." Riku growled.
"Hmph. Well, that I did– Only one of you though." Cold eyes narrowed, moving from Riku, to the smaller form cuddled up against him, fists tucked into his chest as he winced upon then hearing his name. "–Come."
Sora shook his head and Riku only held him closer.
"Fuck off, Seph" The silver-haired teen growled again, drawing a darker snicker from his brother.
Sephiroth shook his head then after and leaned a hand idly over the railing lining the staircase.
"My, my. So disobedient.. Just what would your father say, Sora?"
There was a bit of a distressed whine that escaped, though the smaller teen tried to bite it back, but without waiting for a response, Sephiroth continued anyway.
"You have your mother's blood on your hands. Do you want to have Riku's, too?" He warned, though Riku instantly interjected.
"Are you crazy, Sephiroth? Sora didn't kill his mother. Xehanort did, and if you knew that much about Sora, then surely you'd know that."
And Sora blinked before casting a curious glance at Riku, obviously surprised to find out that he knew that much. Just how much more did he know?
He wouldn't have much time to wonder, however, since Sephiroth only chuckled darkly and moved over to the two before reaching down to grab Sora by the upper arm and he hoisted him to his feet despite Riku's attempts to keep him stationary.
"Let go!" He growled, though Sephiroth managed to successfully pry the boy from Riku's grasp, but when Riku lunged again, Sephiroth retaliated by twisting his fingers into the neck on the t-shirt Riku had on, on top of his skintight costume. Sephiroth then yanked him up by the collar of that shirt just to throw him up against the wall.
There was an audibly sickening smash as Riku's head came in contact with that hard stone, and although he struggled to stay conscious, his vision blurred until everything merely faded to black.
All the while, Sora, who had been clutched around the waist by Sephiroth's other arm, was kicking and screaming like mad, flailing in the grasp much to Sephiroth's aggravation before the elder tossed him like a sack over his shoulder, where it was slightly more easy to carry the tantrum-throwing teen.
"Put me down you big jerk!" He shrieked, though his pleas fell on deaf ears as they ascended the stairs, and by the time they had reached just about half-way up, Sephiroth would find himself trapped around the legs by an attacking Riku who had barely come to after having just hit his head. The force sent the elder face first into the stairs. Sora flew from his grasp, but given that his way back down was blocked, and he wasn't about to leave without Riku, he had no where else to go.
It wouldn't matter though, considering Sephiroth bounced back quickly, and after Riku had freed his legs, the man turned partially, merely in order to send a swift back-kick to the teen's jaw.
Riku's head snapped back at this unexpected retaliation, and he the sudden attack caused him to lose his footing on those few stairs, thus leading to the bad backwards fall he'd then take.
"Riku!" Sora called when he watched his friend fall back. He moved to leap forward, but found his actions hindered when Sephiroth caught him around the waist as he jumped.
"No you don't!" He growled, tightening his arm around the boy's waist, and by the time Riku came to, the two were up the stairs and the door was slammed shut; the lock once more echoing down the stairs and throughout the basement.
"Wha– ? " Groggily rubbing his head as he pushed himself to his feet, Riku would gradually come to the realization that Sora was no longer by his side, and frantically, he jumped up the stairs, three-at-a-time, fists pounding on the door madly when he reached the top. "Sora!"
"Riku–" When the sound of Riku's frantic attempts to reach him reached Sora, he growled lowly, and pounded on Sephiroth's back from his spot over his shoulder.
But Sephiroth barely seemed to notice as he carried him through the simply-furnished living room where Xemnas sat unaffected as he stared at the t.v and the weatherman with his winter storm warning for the entire area of Traverse Town.
It was then Sora turned his attention to that familiar face that he hadn't seen in so long...
"Xemnas! Xemnas, help!"
But Xemnas was stoic, unmoving as if the boy wasn't yelling his name, his arms firmly set across his chest, his head bowed though his eyes were glued to the screen.
"Don't cry to him. He won't help." He murmured as Sora continued to violently thrash around atop his shoulder, but he only frowned and growled, turning smaller fists against the side of Sephiroth's head.
"I'll kill you! Let me go! And let Riku go now!"
But this only had Sephiroth snickering faintly as he turned the corner out of the living room, and down an old, dark hall.
"Such a temper, and a mouth on you. I plan to make good use of that soon enough.." He grinned, and with one last angry wail, his yells and cries were then muffled when the door to an unknown room slammed shut behind them.
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Riku couldn't stand it any more. After having been sitting on that top step, leaning dejectedly against the door while listening helplessly to the far-off, muffled screams of his friend as Sephiroth tortured him for what seemed like an eternity, he finally mustered up enough strength to try and escape again.
The door was kicked, but it wouldn't budge at first, and it wasn't as if he could lean back much since he was at the top of a flight of stairs. But he'd have to make due.
Another kick, followed by a hard shoulder being thrown at the firmly set door while gripping fingers tightened around the knob.
The crunching of wood said it was weakening, so he turned straight and sent one last kick.
It broke half off it's upper hinge, but a quick, final kick sent the broken wood flying off the last metal clasp keeping it together, and Riku quickly jumped over what broken, jagged parts. remained.
Though with no idea where he was, he blindly explored, and came to realize he was in a kitchen just as Xemnas appeared in the doorway.
"Get the fuck back downstairs!" He growled, but Riku snickered, and as Xemas approached the teen, whose back was too him, Riku quickly snatched up one of the knives from the holder on the counter.
"Morons." Riku thought as he whirled around, snapping the simple kitchen tool so fast it was like a blur, and Xemnas reared back, gloved hands clutching at his face to stop the instant blood-flow as the blade ripped across the bridge of his nose.
With him temporarily incapacitated, Riku quickly bolted out the other side of the kitchen, whose doorway lead down a dark hallway that he followed upon hearing a series of muffled whimpers.
"Sora? Sora answer me!" Riku called though no sooner after did he hear the familiar whine he had come to know so well, barely calling his name.
Wasting no time after pausing before the door from which the sounds emerged, he quickly kicked it in just to find it incredibly weaker than the one guarding the basement.
And he also wasted no time in lunging forwards to the elder brother whose back was to him, and before Sephiroth could even whirl around, that sharp knife was plunged into the back of his shoulder drawing forth a multitude of blood and a sharp howl of pain as he staggered back.
Riku tensed at the sudden overbearing stench of sweat, blood and otherwise– sex that lingered, hanging on the air like a bad plague, unbearably acrid and foul, but regardless he pressed on before Sephiroth could recover, and he quickly snatched up the ravished heap of the teen on the bed, who screamed anew at the fiery burning that flared upon being moved.
Ignoring the pool of blood beneath him, Riku scanned the floor urgently until he found the desired object; the discarded sweatshirt, and after having snatched it up with one hand, while trying to balance a cradled Sora in the other, he awkwardly wrapped the shirt around the younger teen while darting to the entrance of the room, only to be met at the door by Xemnas with a face still bleeding from the surface gash.
"You.." He growled before aiming a punch that Riku easily dodged; ducking beneath the swinging arm and out the door just as the force with which Xemnas attacked had him tripping over the bits of broken door.
It didn't take much longer after that to find the front door, and the two burst through merely to be greeted by a fierce blast of icy air and whipping snow against their faces as the elder teen quickly stole down the steps of a porch into the darkness of the night, made darker by the gathering storm clouds overhead.
Just how long had they been in there anyway? Riku wondered, musing over all that had happened and the time it must've took. It seemed like forever, and it was hard to tell given the fact that it was night most of the time. Though since there weren't many people around, Riku figured it had to have somewhat late, even given the storm.
The house they were imprisoned in soon disappeared behind them, but now, just where were they? Riku paused long enough to fiddle with the shivering, semi-conscious teen, awkwardly sliding the shirt over his head. He didn't bother with the arms in the sleeves, but as long as Sora had some covering, it should've been alright, providing they found shelter soon.
Glancing around then, he'd notice the seemingly vast space they occupied. They were– still in Traverse Town, yes? He thought so, since he barely saw the flicker of lights in the distance. They must've been on the outskirts of the city.
The world ahead of them was blanketed in a thick, white covering as the snow fell on the harsh winds. Riku had to squint to see, but it still did little good. Had the two been around to watch the t.v, they'd see that the winter storm warning had increased to a blizzard one, and it was clear by the winds that literally burned against their skin.
"We have to find a police station or something." Riku murmured while biting back the urge to shiver.
Sora shifted uncomfortably in the hold, all the while crying out at the pain that still racked his small body with each movement.
"N-no.,. N-no... p-police." He replied groggily, teeth chattering as he shivered violently.
"Why the hell not?" Riku replied, although he leaned the mass in his arms inwards towards him in an attempt to hold him closer as he carried him bridal-style, with nothing but that sweatshirt to keep him somewhat warm.
Of course, before Sora could answer, Riku's attention would be drawn to the far-off silhouette upon hearing the loud yell of "Hey, You!" from across the snowy streets. It was an unrecognizable voice, but given the fact that it was coming from the direction of the house they just escaped, Riku didn't linger.
"Fuck.." He uttered aloud before breaking into a run in the opposite direction. It was more than difficult given the depth of the snow, that was also gradually deepening, and the voice echoed once more from behind them.
But he ignored it, anxious and desperate to get the boy to somewhere warm before he died of hypothermia, or blood-loss, or both! Riku didn't know; he wasn't a doctor, but he could feel the warmth of blood seeping through the oversized sweatshirt that he had Sora wrapped in, and every so often the boy would sigh and shiver,
"Stay with me, Sora." Riku urged while turning the corner of a new building that he happened upon. "Don't pass out."
"R-riku" Between shivers and barely audible whimpers. "I-I'm c-cold.."
"I know.." The elder teen replied sympathetically. "We'll find the hotel soon and get you warm.."
Though, Riku would soon learn he'd made a mistake and the turn he took led them both down a particularly deep alleyway. Of course, it went unrealized until the dead-end came into clear view, and Riku turned with the intention of making his way out when he was stopped by the figure of a shadow barely visible against the cold, dark night and the thick sheet of snow.
"Hold it right there." came the unfamiliar voice.
-bouncesgiggle- all these cliffies just present themselves. but don't worry. i'm not overusing the same old crap o.o anyway..Yeah this chapter was..ehhh, but still, i hope those interested in the lemon enjoyed it o.o mehehehe. and don't hate me for it please XD