**Author's Note: It's been a while since I've posted any of Rassia's
stories and I hope you all didn't think they were done. I had to start a
new "Episode" because I didn't want there to be so many chapters under one
Title. I thought maybe that would turn people off to read. So, here it is,
"Episode 2," the reunion of husband, wife, and old lovers. Ooooh! Major
drama and suspense, and other STUFF so this is DEFINATELY PG-13. You'll see
in the first paragraph! O.O! Enjoy and please review!**
*Rassia sighed uncontrollably, her lips trembling at the touch of her companion. His mighty hand stroked her soft brown skin, caressed her azure hair. His long, silky white strands of hair fluttered between their shoulders as he nibbled her neck and ear. His touch was intoxicating to Rassia, full of the perfect amount of love to satify her. The mere tap of his finger against her leg made Rassia lose her collective manner and be released for as much time as she needed. There was nearly nothing in all the worlds that she would rather have then the strong body against hers and the sweet taste of his kiss in her mouth. Nothing except.... There was one problem: This was not Ansem, it was...Sephiroth.* ***
Rassia's eyes snapped open and she quickly took in a deep breath. Sitting up hastily she glanced around her and rested her eyes on the sleeping body beside her. The darkness in the room would only allow Rassia to see the form of his chest and the length of his hair. Leaning over him, she observed his face and saw that it was Ansem.
A dream..., she thought and released her breath. She felt relieved and convicted at the same time. She had fallen asleep beside Ansem, but her dreams were of Sephiroth. But it was not only tonight that the former Heartless Queen had had the dreaded and dangerous Sephiroth in her mind at night. Ever since the battle between him and Ansem, it seemed like he just crept into her thoughts and made her feel guilty all over agian.
Ansem felt Rassia's long hair sweep gently over his face and chest and stirred. Rassia watched his eyes flutter open and behold her lovingly. He smiled warmly and placed his hands gently on her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.
"What's wrong, my Lovely?" he asked, stroking her delicate skin. Rassia smiled innocently and leaned in towards him, her face nuzzling his, then her lips pressing affectionately onto his mouth. The kiss was long and deep as if Rassia were trying to make up for the dream that Ansem had no idea she had. When she finally pulled away, Ansem had a great grin on his face. "I guess there is nothing wrong," he laughed.
"No, everything is perfectly right," Rassia sighed and laid her head on Ansem's bare shoulder. She placed her hand his chest and gently trace where the Heartless symbol used to be. She felt Ansem inhale and exhale deeply.
"Do you miss it?" he asked quietly. Rassia immediately froze, thinking the "it" Ansem referred to was Sephiroth.
"Miss what?" she asked cautiously. "The sun?" Ansem let out a quick laugh at his wife's clever remark.
"No, but I do not expect that you do. You hated what I did so much, and you were right," Ansem said. Rassia began to breathe again as she realized it was the Dark power and the Heartless that he was talking about.
"I do not mind it gone. You are all that matters to me." Ansem chuckled and took Rassia's hand that had gone back to calmly tracing.
"And you will always be what matters most to me, my Love. Please, don't ever let me or yourself forget that." Rassia nodded and snuggled in closer to her husband.
It had been nearly a year since the defeat of the darkness and the locking of Kingdom Hearts. The immense battles between Ansem and Sora, then Sephiroth, were supposedly far in the past, but little did any of them know what had become of the other. Rassia, however, had a glimpse of an idea, knowing that Sora was in King Mickey's kingdom and Sephiroth was far in the outreaches of all the worlds. It was a treacherous, if not impossible journey among the different worlds, so communication and conflict between them was disregarded.
Ansem and Rassia had found refuge on a world near to Hallow Bastion, but out of sight of any other worlds. It was a dark place with a deep purple landscape that sparkled and four mysterious moons that alternated during the eternal night that curtained the planet. It too had a rising waterfall like the one on Hallow Bastion, that led to a crystal sea on the edge of the manor in which the couple dwelled. It was at the edge of this sea that Rassia liked to stroll and think about her life ahead, her love, her dreams. Ansem would spy her from one of their many balconies and wonder what she thought about, seeing that she was troubled in her heart, and tried to think of the best way to go about asking about it.
This night, as with many nights, had been filled with the sentimental sharing of feelings between the two. Yet it would never end well for Rassia due to the guilty feeling of her past lover. She knew her heart would never be entirely for Ansem until her mind was off Sephiroth for good. No matter how hard she tried, however, she could not fight the feelings on her own. She cursed herself often for not killing him when she had the chance to, and two chances at that. The first time in the Coloseum Arena, she had had every intentions on destroying him fully and then she was positive that these thoughts and dreams would not be haunting her. Then her last chance slipped away when she granted him life within the Chapel of Hallow Bastion.
I have brought this damnation upon myself. I cannot go on like this with Ansem; I must tell him.
Lying in her love's arms she stared into his neck and felt her warm breath bounce from it and back to her own face. In a blink of an eye she imagined Sephiroth once again, within the library of Hallow Bastion, her face pressed softly into his neck as she kissed the once painful thoughts of Ansem away. She jerked back, startling Ansem.
"Rassia?" he asked as she sat up and placed her feet over the side of their bed. She pulled her violet robe on over her bare shoulders and stood. Ansem quickly sat up and grabbed her arm. "Rassia, what's wrong? You've been acting this way since we came here. Please, tell me," he pleaded. Rassia did not want to look at him, ashamed at her betraying thoughts and hurt by her own secrecy towards her husband.
"I need...to be alone awhile," she whispered clentching her fists. It was hopeless. She could not do this tonight. She was scared and enraged and knew she would lose herself if she spoke of her situation.
"Was it something I did? Rassia, please-"
"No! Please, just let me be alone," Rassia exclaimed as she observed him with glittering eyes. Ansem released her hand slowly and watched her hurry throught the door and disappear down the stairs. He knew just where she was headed and sighed as he debated whether or not to follow her.
*Rassia sighed uncontrollably, her lips trembling at the touch of her companion. His mighty hand stroked her soft brown skin, caressed her azure hair. His long, silky white strands of hair fluttered between their shoulders as he nibbled her neck and ear. His touch was intoxicating to Rassia, full of the perfect amount of love to satify her. The mere tap of his finger against her leg made Rassia lose her collective manner and be released for as much time as she needed. There was nearly nothing in all the worlds that she would rather have then the strong body against hers and the sweet taste of his kiss in her mouth. Nothing except.... There was one problem: This was not Ansem, it was...Sephiroth.* ***
Rassia's eyes snapped open and she quickly took in a deep breath. Sitting up hastily she glanced around her and rested her eyes on the sleeping body beside her. The darkness in the room would only allow Rassia to see the form of his chest and the length of his hair. Leaning over him, she observed his face and saw that it was Ansem.
A dream..., she thought and released her breath. She felt relieved and convicted at the same time. She had fallen asleep beside Ansem, but her dreams were of Sephiroth. But it was not only tonight that the former Heartless Queen had had the dreaded and dangerous Sephiroth in her mind at night. Ever since the battle between him and Ansem, it seemed like he just crept into her thoughts and made her feel guilty all over agian.
Ansem felt Rassia's long hair sweep gently over his face and chest and stirred. Rassia watched his eyes flutter open and behold her lovingly. He smiled warmly and placed his hands gently on her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.
"What's wrong, my Lovely?" he asked, stroking her delicate skin. Rassia smiled innocently and leaned in towards him, her face nuzzling his, then her lips pressing affectionately onto his mouth. The kiss was long and deep as if Rassia were trying to make up for the dream that Ansem had no idea she had. When she finally pulled away, Ansem had a great grin on his face. "I guess there is nothing wrong," he laughed.
"No, everything is perfectly right," Rassia sighed and laid her head on Ansem's bare shoulder. She placed her hand his chest and gently trace where the Heartless symbol used to be. She felt Ansem inhale and exhale deeply.
"Do you miss it?" he asked quietly. Rassia immediately froze, thinking the "it" Ansem referred to was Sephiroth.
"Miss what?" she asked cautiously. "The sun?" Ansem let out a quick laugh at his wife's clever remark.
"No, but I do not expect that you do. You hated what I did so much, and you were right," Ansem said. Rassia began to breathe again as she realized it was the Dark power and the Heartless that he was talking about.
"I do not mind it gone. You are all that matters to me." Ansem chuckled and took Rassia's hand that had gone back to calmly tracing.
"And you will always be what matters most to me, my Love. Please, don't ever let me or yourself forget that." Rassia nodded and snuggled in closer to her husband.
It had been nearly a year since the defeat of the darkness and the locking of Kingdom Hearts. The immense battles between Ansem and Sora, then Sephiroth, were supposedly far in the past, but little did any of them know what had become of the other. Rassia, however, had a glimpse of an idea, knowing that Sora was in King Mickey's kingdom and Sephiroth was far in the outreaches of all the worlds. It was a treacherous, if not impossible journey among the different worlds, so communication and conflict between them was disregarded.
Ansem and Rassia had found refuge on a world near to Hallow Bastion, but out of sight of any other worlds. It was a dark place with a deep purple landscape that sparkled and four mysterious moons that alternated during the eternal night that curtained the planet. It too had a rising waterfall like the one on Hallow Bastion, that led to a crystal sea on the edge of the manor in which the couple dwelled. It was at the edge of this sea that Rassia liked to stroll and think about her life ahead, her love, her dreams. Ansem would spy her from one of their many balconies and wonder what she thought about, seeing that she was troubled in her heart, and tried to think of the best way to go about asking about it.
This night, as with many nights, had been filled with the sentimental sharing of feelings between the two. Yet it would never end well for Rassia due to the guilty feeling of her past lover. She knew her heart would never be entirely for Ansem until her mind was off Sephiroth for good. No matter how hard she tried, however, she could not fight the feelings on her own. She cursed herself often for not killing him when she had the chance to, and two chances at that. The first time in the Coloseum Arena, she had had every intentions on destroying him fully and then she was positive that these thoughts and dreams would not be haunting her. Then her last chance slipped away when she granted him life within the Chapel of Hallow Bastion.
I have brought this damnation upon myself. I cannot go on like this with Ansem; I must tell him.
Lying in her love's arms she stared into his neck and felt her warm breath bounce from it and back to her own face. In a blink of an eye she imagined Sephiroth once again, within the library of Hallow Bastion, her face pressed softly into his neck as she kissed the once painful thoughts of Ansem away. She jerked back, startling Ansem.
"Rassia?" he asked as she sat up and placed her feet over the side of their bed. She pulled her violet robe on over her bare shoulders and stood. Ansem quickly sat up and grabbed her arm. "Rassia, what's wrong? You've been acting this way since we came here. Please, tell me," he pleaded. Rassia did not want to look at him, ashamed at her betraying thoughts and hurt by her own secrecy towards her husband.
"I need...to be alone awhile," she whispered clentching her fists. It was hopeless. She could not do this tonight. She was scared and enraged and knew she would lose herself if she spoke of her situation.
"Was it something I did? Rassia, please-"
"No! Please, just let me be alone," Rassia exclaimed as she observed him with glittering eyes. Ansem released her hand slowly and watched her hurry throught the door and disappear down the stairs. He knew just where she was headed and sighed as he debated whether or not to follow her.
