Returning to the Light
Chapter Five - Dreaming
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"Kairi!"
"That's right. While you were off goofing around, I finally found her."
"Riku, why are you siding with the Heartless?"
"The Heartless obey me now, Sora. Now I have nothing to fear."
"You're stupid. Sooner or later they'll swallow your heart."
"Not a chance. My heart's too strong."
"Riku..."
"I've picked up a few other tricks as well. Like this, for instance."
"You can go see your friends now."
~~
Riku tossed restlessly in his sleep as the flashback on what happened on Cook's deck played in his dreams.
~~
"Let's get under way, already. And keep Sora away from Kairi until we're ready to land."
~~
"Dammit...Kairi..." He mumbled into his pillow.
~~
"Troubled by the past, aren't you, boy?" That voice...he had heard it somewhere before.
In the landscape of his dream, he looked around. Then he began running, towards the voice and where he thought it was. Something inside of him told him he should stop, but who was he to listen to those things?
After what seemed like an eternity he stopped, panting heavily. Where had he gone? All around him was shadow, darkness. He had gotten nowhere from running, like he had gotten nowhere with the heartless.
A large, rough hand laid itself on his shoulder. Riku tensed, glancing idly over his shoulder to see who it was. At first he thought it was nothing, until he saw the haunting pair of amber-orange eyes. He gasped and turned, slowly backing away from the eyes. Dark, hollow laughter was heard, sending shivers up Riku's spine.
"Why so afraid?" The same voice said. It was deep, and held the air of importance around it. "You weren't so cautious last time."
"That was before I knew what darkness could do..." Riku answered it, still backing away. "...Ansem."
The amber-orange eyes narrowed momentarily. Ansem then stepped towards Riku, touching his cheek with his hand.
Riku pulled away quickly, scowling. "What do you want?" He sneered.
Suddenly the eyes disappeared and two hands wound around his chest from behind. Riku struggled, but to no avail. Ansem laughed again as he held the boy to his chest, enjoying his struggling. "It's no use." He said calmly in Riku's ear, making him pause for a moment. Seeing he had a little of the old control he use to have over Riku, Ansem laid a taunting kiss on the boy's neck.
A few moments after that kiss, Riku pushed himself away from Ansem; idly surprised he was so easily released. Unknown light hung in the air, allowing him to see the former parasite. Ansem looked exactly as the last time Riku had seen him, which was even more frightening. Then he started to back up, keeping his eyes on the seeker of darkness...
Ansem moved to quick for Riku's eyes to see, and in an instant he was behind Riku again, grabbing him around the chest once more. Riku panicked, struggling again with what little hope he had. Though it was still as useless as before; the two black straps on his yellow shirt were unbuttoned and fell loosely across his chest. Then with one hand around Riku's waist, Ansem took the zipper at the neck of Riku's shirt and slid it down smoothly, causing the shirt to open and admit Riku's milky white skin.
Riku shivered, feeling the cold air of the shadow world touch his bare chest. Ansem would always do this to him. Going dreadfully slow and letting the tension build up. Riku hated it. He hated it with every once of emotion in him. The memories of past experiences flashed momentarily
Upon reaching the bottom of the shirt, Ansem's hands now fiddled with Riku's belt. They undid the latch and gradually slipped it off and let it slip on to the black, cold floor. Now, there is a reason why Riku's belt is one hole away from the tightest. His shorts, as Ansem already knew, were tremendously loose, slipping down his hips a few inches. A noticeable blush came to Riku's cheeks as Ansem simply continued with unbuttoning and unzipping the shorts, and let them fall to the ground.
Riku shivered again, the cold sweeping over his senses again. He had stopped with the struggling now, standing motionlessly in Ansem's arms.
"Do you want to continue?" The seeker of darkness asked quietly.
"Since when do you give me a choice?" Riku replied defiantly. He hissed in pain as Ansem pinched his nipple firmly. "No," He then said, "I don't want to continue."
The frightening soft laughter reached his ears again. "You never do." Ansem whispered, his hands slipping into Riku's black boxers. Riku gasped, feeling his hands go along his thighs. He squeezed his eyes shut wishing this would end...
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Riku forced himself awake, burying his face in his pillow. The warm ray of the morning sun was felt on his neck, telling him that it wasn't safe to let his eyes open anymore. Riku's hand came up from under the pillow and felt along the bed to the table beside it, where his blindfold lay. Hastily he seized it, gripping it tightly. Then he turned onto his back and laid the black cloth lazily across his eyes.
Would the dream come again? Riku shuddered, the burning hatred for the man coursed through him, but it also sent wave upon wave of self-hatred as well. He felt so stupid when he thought about how he had so willingly submitted to the darkness. Why couldn't his heart have been as strong as Sora's?
He then sat up, holding the blindfold to his eyes then tying it. Imagining his hair a complete mess, he chuckled.
Then he heard the door creak a little bit, and his hand clenched into a fist. "Who is it?" He asked tonelessly.
"It's me, Mickey." The mouse king answered. "Someone's waiting for you."
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Aah well. This chapter means I'll have to bump it up to 'R'. Not exactly what I was planning however. Oh well. Anyways, I'm not sure I captured Ansem quite well. But perhaps Riku imagines him different then the guy we all know and hate.
Chapter Five - Dreaming
~*~
"Kairi!"
"That's right. While you were off goofing around, I finally found her."
"Riku, why are you siding with the Heartless?"
"The Heartless obey me now, Sora. Now I have nothing to fear."
"You're stupid. Sooner or later they'll swallow your heart."
"Not a chance. My heart's too strong."
"Riku..."
"I've picked up a few other tricks as well. Like this, for instance."
"You can go see your friends now."
~~
Riku tossed restlessly in his sleep as the flashback on what happened on Cook's deck played in his dreams.
~~
"Let's get under way, already. And keep Sora away from Kairi until we're ready to land."
~~
"Dammit...Kairi..." He mumbled into his pillow.
~~
"Troubled by the past, aren't you, boy?" That voice...he had heard it somewhere before.
In the landscape of his dream, he looked around. Then he began running, towards the voice and where he thought it was. Something inside of him told him he should stop, but who was he to listen to those things?
After what seemed like an eternity he stopped, panting heavily. Where had he gone? All around him was shadow, darkness. He had gotten nowhere from running, like he had gotten nowhere with the heartless.
A large, rough hand laid itself on his shoulder. Riku tensed, glancing idly over his shoulder to see who it was. At first he thought it was nothing, until he saw the haunting pair of amber-orange eyes. He gasped and turned, slowly backing away from the eyes. Dark, hollow laughter was heard, sending shivers up Riku's spine.
"Why so afraid?" The same voice said. It was deep, and held the air of importance around it. "You weren't so cautious last time."
"That was before I knew what darkness could do..." Riku answered it, still backing away. "...Ansem."
The amber-orange eyes narrowed momentarily. Ansem then stepped towards Riku, touching his cheek with his hand.
Riku pulled away quickly, scowling. "What do you want?" He sneered.
Suddenly the eyes disappeared and two hands wound around his chest from behind. Riku struggled, but to no avail. Ansem laughed again as he held the boy to his chest, enjoying his struggling. "It's no use." He said calmly in Riku's ear, making him pause for a moment. Seeing he had a little of the old control he use to have over Riku, Ansem laid a taunting kiss on the boy's neck.
A few moments after that kiss, Riku pushed himself away from Ansem; idly surprised he was so easily released. Unknown light hung in the air, allowing him to see the former parasite. Ansem looked exactly as the last time Riku had seen him, which was even more frightening. Then he started to back up, keeping his eyes on the seeker of darkness...
Ansem moved to quick for Riku's eyes to see, and in an instant he was behind Riku again, grabbing him around the chest once more. Riku panicked, struggling again with what little hope he had. Though it was still as useless as before; the two black straps on his yellow shirt were unbuttoned and fell loosely across his chest. Then with one hand around Riku's waist, Ansem took the zipper at the neck of Riku's shirt and slid it down smoothly, causing the shirt to open and admit Riku's milky white skin.
Riku shivered, feeling the cold air of the shadow world touch his bare chest. Ansem would always do this to him. Going dreadfully slow and letting the tension build up. Riku hated it. He hated it with every once of emotion in him. The memories of past experiences flashed momentarily
Upon reaching the bottom of the shirt, Ansem's hands now fiddled with Riku's belt. They undid the latch and gradually slipped it off and let it slip on to the black, cold floor. Now, there is a reason why Riku's belt is one hole away from the tightest. His shorts, as Ansem already knew, were tremendously loose, slipping down his hips a few inches. A noticeable blush came to Riku's cheeks as Ansem simply continued with unbuttoning and unzipping the shorts, and let them fall to the ground.
Riku shivered again, the cold sweeping over his senses again. He had stopped with the struggling now, standing motionlessly in Ansem's arms.
"Do you want to continue?" The seeker of darkness asked quietly.
"Since when do you give me a choice?" Riku replied defiantly. He hissed in pain as Ansem pinched his nipple firmly. "No," He then said, "I don't want to continue."
The frightening soft laughter reached his ears again. "You never do." Ansem whispered, his hands slipping into Riku's black boxers. Riku gasped, feeling his hands go along his thighs. He squeezed his eyes shut wishing this would end...
~~
Riku forced himself awake, burying his face in his pillow. The warm ray of the morning sun was felt on his neck, telling him that it wasn't safe to let his eyes open anymore. Riku's hand came up from under the pillow and felt along the bed to the table beside it, where his blindfold lay. Hastily he seized it, gripping it tightly. Then he turned onto his back and laid the black cloth lazily across his eyes.
Would the dream come again? Riku shuddered, the burning hatred for the man coursed through him, but it also sent wave upon wave of self-hatred as well. He felt so stupid when he thought about how he had so willingly submitted to the darkness. Why couldn't his heart have been as strong as Sora's?
He then sat up, holding the blindfold to his eyes then tying it. Imagining his hair a complete mess, he chuckled.
Then he heard the door creak a little bit, and his hand clenched into a fist. "Who is it?" He asked tonelessly.
"It's me, Mickey." The mouse king answered. "Someone's waiting for you."
~*~
Aah well. This chapter means I'll have to bump it up to 'R'. Not exactly what I was planning however. Oh well. Anyways, I'm not sure I captured Ansem quite well. But perhaps Riku imagines him different then the guy we all know and hate.