Deep Down
A/N: I don't own Ansem, I don't own the song Deep Down, but I do the story- line and what it would be like from Ansem's point of view. I also own my character/myself. I'll give you a bit more background info.
This lemon is based on a recent rp I had been in, and it got me pondering what it would be like to write from Ansem's point of view. The rp including me/my character, Trista, a young girl with amazing psychic abilities and ghost-sight. She can feel and hear what ghosts see, and has recently adopted a black cat named Ansem. Of course, Ansem, as she called him, is the real Ansem from Kingdom Hearts.
In our rp, Trista eventually fell to hate Ansem after lying to her and poisoning her mind. Along with trying to destroy her friends, Trista and her two friends finally defeated Ansem and have led normal lives since. Of course, this all changes in a bit, ne? Also, when Trista comes to Destiny Islands (read it, dang it), this is where it starts to get it's rating.
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Trista sat down at her computer, grinning slightly. Her hair was pulled up, twist a bit, and held by a huge hair clip. Eiffel 65 music blared from her stereo, and she began typing away at the random fic she had been creating. Today she wore a white blouse with black shorts.
Eye-candy, that's what she was. Smiling, I observed her from the form I had taken. A kitty. Not even her expected me, the inncoent kitty, Ansem, to be something so cute and cuddly and something she loved to be what I really was. I watched her turn her head to me with a serene smile. I wished she'd smile like that for me in the regular way. When I was a person, a human, a being.. Like her.
But her eyes were filled with. fear. It shook from her frame, douvered her very words, and her voice, more than often, mewed only to be shaken and stirred with fear and hatred for me. I hated that. I hated the fear, the hatred, the. natural. disgust she felt for me. No matter what, she would hate me. Hate me for what I did, when I only needed her for paradise.
More often than enough, she'd rub my head, letting my paws, soft and furry, colored black, unlike my regular skin, touch hers. Holding onto her in any form was nice, just even her hand was a feeling that spread warmth through both of my 'bodies'.
"Well, Ansem." The words made me look to her. "How about we go and get you something to eat?" Eat? What I wanted to eat was her. Lick her, taste her skin, her blood. Well, no, exclude her blood, I had already tasted it. And it tasted wonderful.
Yet I hopped onto her shoulder as she went out into the kitchen. I pulled my ears back at the brother's blaring music. God, the man was 17. Grow up, would you?
Trista pulled out some ice cream. Mewing slightly, I pretended his best not to leap at the treat. She would give it to me if I was good. Blue Bunny labels, heh, they made good fudge bars. Too bad I couldn't lick her lips clean.I felt my fur on his cheeks turn a red color, meaning my blush must have been bad if I felt this much of it burning in my cheeks. "Why..?" I thought to myself. "Why am I. thinking about these nasty thoughts.?"
She had grabbed only one, in hopes her brother wouldn't notice, and scurried off with me. She ripped open the wrapper just as 'Deep Down' began to play on her play window.
"Deep Down, Deep Down, da dee da da da doo da da.. Deep Down, Deep Down. Da de da dom. I wanna click, click to your heart.." The words slammed into me. Of course, I thought, I always wanted that sort of connection with Trista. I swished my long tail, purring at such a thought.
Oh, to read her mind. That would be wonderful. Wonderful enough to screw around with her mind, and poison it even more. I didn't like poisoning such a beautifully crafted brain. Hell no. I loved her ways, so mysterious, even her emotions could catch me off guard.
"A hyperlink into you. " The song blared out. I twitched my tail annoyedly. Being a cat didn't make feelings or annoyance go away, easily. I thanked whatever God there was for that.
Yes, a hyperlink. Humans were funny, at times. But Trista, given her expressions, from angry to a look I could only call: "Tired with PMS", was the funniest of all. She didn't like pain, yet she loved to speak about how much pain should one go through until death.
This was one reason I loved her so. Her mind was beautiful, figure smooth, although no one is perfect, I believe she is. I bat a paw at her hair, wondering what the beautiful emerald orbs held right now in emotions.
To think I could transform right then and have to screw with her mind was tempting, but it was better to check her mood. Sure enough, she had a smile, but in her eyes, there was concern, dying and drowning in those colorful eyes. Damn myself. What the hell happened?
Looking to her computer screen.. I couldn't believe it. Something.. What was that? The Heartless.. symbol..
Blink. Stop. Rewind. WHAT?
The Heartless?! Here?! Now?! No! I didn't need them ruining -my- little masqeurade, as long as Trista was happy.. But..
Hell. There was no but.
"A sexual browser, from here to the end. A news groove what on bond. Don't need a modem to connect to your mind.. No search engine to find you.. I wanna click, click on your heart.. A hyperlink to go inside you!.."
Trista watched me, her eyes wide with fear. I stared so intently at the symbol.. Those stupid Heartless..But I never got another thought to leave my mind before the flash of black surrounded us both. It was grasping Trista, and I watched in fear and horror, as it crushed her arms to her sides, making a scream rip from her throat as I watched, helplessly. No.. Trista.. TRISTA-CHAN!
The claws sunk deep into her fragile skin, ripping open wounds from the old months, letting her blood soak into the hellish beast it was. I leapt forward, biting the arm, teeth sinking deep into the black hellspawn.. How dare they! Hurting my Trista! I didn't hear the rest of the song, nor Trista's voice. I heard only what blind rage and rule over the Heartless told me to do: to transport us both to the islands where Riku and Sora, the Keyblade masters resided.
The black mist that had surrounded us faded away, leaving me only time to slowly morph back into my original form as I grasped to Trista tightly, pulling her close. And then our forms began to edge and fade, disappearing into the folds of teleportation..
I don't think I remember this.. I was falling, clutching Trista, breathing hard, black blood dribbling from my mouth.
"I'm.. so sorry, Trista." I murmured, leaning her head up, and before we fell into the ocean's waiting mouth, our lips pushed together into the blissful warm embrace I'd been waiting half my life for. The waves thrashed against our bodies, spreading the wounds she had even more, blood seeping into the waters.. Trista may not have recovered from the shock of Heartless, but I had to get her out of the water quickly. Blood in these waters were dangerous, so, when I finally swam into shore, I layed her down, wrapping my coat tightly about her bleeding wounds.
I stroked her face, cooing her name. I didn't want her to die. Oh, God, no. If you're dead, Trista-chan.. Her eyes began to flutter open, droplets of water kissing her eyelashes and face, making them seem like tears as she slowly reconized her surroundings.
Thank God she was alright. I would have died with her if she weren't alive. I loved her too much to let her go..
Deep down somewhere, I felt anger. Anger and hatred that began burning from my heart and over flowed any other emotion, the Heartless would all pay. But now, I had to get her somewhere. Somewhere safe. I quickly grasped her warm, yet bleeding body and made sure her head didn't roll, both arms wrapping securely about the body of the girl.
A smile was painted onto my lips. Who would think the big, bad wolf, me, Ansem, would be carrying cute Little Red Riding Hood..
My feet deepened a foot print into the sands as I walked towards the stairs, long violet hair swishing as the cool breeze carressd by cheek, making the water even colder. I scowled, such stuff were trivial, but I had no choice but to bear such annoying things.
When I finally managed to enter the small cave, I picked up her body, seeing that now she was asleep. She hadn't said a thing, nothing to the man whom she hated with every fiber in her body. Absolutely nothing. I set her down, letting her lie asleep near the rocks.
But something in me sensed the arrival of two competetant people I didn't feel like talking to right now - Riku and Sora.
Hell.. Both of the boys were annoying. They seemed to have been chatting aminatedly when they were getting into the cave's entrnace, and by that time, I had transformed back into the body I belonged to. A cat's.
I sat on top of crest of the Heartless. A symbol I now despised, with great surprise to myself. But that didn't matter. Really, it didn't.
I waited for the boys to finish whatever the hell was going on before mewing meekly. I heard their footsteps get closer, as they might have ben curious to what the noise was. I mewed again, curling up on Trista's torso, and then pretended to try and sleep.
"Riku!" Sora's bouncy and cheery voice made me pull back my ears in damn agitation. I hated that voice. So cheerful, bubbly - like a blonde's. I wish at some point I was a tiger so I could bite the damn boy's head off. I listened carefully, hearing their footsteps stop at the point where Trista was.
Riku's voice was smooth, almost observing the sleeping girl and the cat that I was supposed to be. "Let's see.. A girl and a cat. Well, Sora, I don't see Ansem, but I see a girl and a cat." I imagined Sora was frowning deeply at the boy. A smiled in my thoughts. Yes, Sora, frown all you want. But I want one of you to take her into your care. Come on, opportunies like this...
"Gee, Riku, opportunities like this don't come often. Come on! Let's get her and the cat to my place. Mom would be really pleased." Sora said in a sing-song voice. Although I would I have been surpised, Riku said nothing. I felt two hands pick my lithe cat form up, and I opened my eyes, watching as Riku wrapped his arms about Trista. A twinge of jealousy spread through my cat body, but I calmed down. It was nessesary for my survival, and for hers.
It was quite sometime before we arrived in what was Sora's house, his mother starting to freak out at how such a poor child could be hurt like this. But both boys knew it had to be a Heartless. The woman began fussing with my Trista..
What? MY Trista? It's not like I owned her or anything. She doesn't love me.. Or does she? I dropped my thoughts to watch.
I watched curiously from their counters as Sora's mother bandaged Trista, waking her up in the process. I almost heard the muffled cry, but it was drowned out by the thre cheers of Sora and his mother. I watched Trista's face, seeing it be bewildered in confusion or maybe even happiness, but I knew right then that she was now an adopted family member.
I jumped from the counter and decided to go explore the place. I found an empty room, filled with many things Trista ould love to have in her room, not too girly, not too tomboy-like, just pefect.
"Deep Down, Deep Down." The words spun in my head, twitching, I curled up to the bed and fell into a deep slumber, exhausted.
I had no idea how long I had slept. But by now, when I had awakened of course, I saw Trista walking in, wearing not only coat but the outfit she had worn back where we had originally been. It was stained with blood, but she smiled to me.
Easing herself down, she picked me up with a smile and rubbed her nose against mine. It was almost like kissing.. As she set me down in her lap, she began to scratch an itch behind my ears, telling me something, although she thought I wouldn't listen or understand.
"Ansem.. have you ever felt like you've fallen in love with your own nightmare?" She asked. I didn't expect to ask this. I looked straight up to her. Our eyes met and locked. Something inside me wondered why she was blushig so heavily. "I. I want to see Ansem again. That's why I named you after him. I think he'd be a nice, kind, gentle man if he only knew how to be like that."
If I only knew how to be like that?! Trista.. You think I'm a murderer? I killed that lying bitch for a reason! She was hurting you! She LIED to you! Led you down a path in hell! I had to kill her. The bitch had to die. For you.. It was all for you..
I remember the scene now. Trista standing there, eyes wide in horror as I stood over Tori's body, blood splattered and covering almost everything. I was licking my gloves clean as tears began to emerge into her eyes. Her voice was cracking. "T-Tori...?" She muttered, trying hard not to let the truth sink in. I was merciless then.
I was filled with a never-dying lust, just to hold Trista at my mercy, to feel her emotions, touch her face with the blood of a friend, it made me pleased. Tori had served well for a spy, but that bitch was going to let out the secret. I should have killed her long before.
I had laughed. Cruelly, I now realize. Trista never wanted her friend to die, she wanted her friend to live.. But what I said must have made her hate me more.. "She was god and useful, Trista. Even her blood is exactly like her.. Lying, disgusting, the bitch was supposed to die.."
Those eyes. When I stared so calmly into them, they were filled with rejection. She rejected me, hated me, and yet. She loved me. She watched in such beautiful anger that racked her body as I licked my hands clean, my red eyes glowing slightly in unmistakeable pleasure of destroying what little Trista could have - besides me.
Anything and everything Trista had built up for friends, I wanted to knock down. Often more than enough, I would watch her in the night as she woke up screaming out my name in horror. It was almost always along the lines of: "No, Ansem! STOP! DON'T KILL TORII!" or something similar.
My body convulsed for a moment as I thought about it, and I flipped onto my back, batting my paws at her hands. I was stuck on her. My mind wouldn't leave the subject of her.
.. Good. I didn't want her out of my sight. Her head turned from me, handsuddenly stopping her scratching. The mother of Sora stood there, holding out to her a small pamphlet. Trista gingerly took the pamphlet, while listening to the mother explain she had to go to the Island's High School, saying she neded aducation as well. She wouldn't argue.
But I would. I didn't want her leaving this godforsaken house! The Heartless knew how to track me down. But the best thing in that school, as I over looked the pieces of paper, was 'Weapon Practice.' Although I wasn't confused about it, her new mother had checked all the regular subjects, this one, and art.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. I would be STUCK, home ALONE, while Trista would be at School in two days?!! What kind of idiot.. Oh, no, nevermind. I just sneak in through her backpack. Yes, always alternatives.
The woman I loved smiled down to me, and then slowly laid down, and closed her eyes. I heard her breathing grow peaceful.. Peaceful and slow. I crawled off the bed, wiggling before I hopped down. I just hoped I could find something to do.
My shape and form slowly transformed myself back, long violet hair swishing slightly. I wouldn't slip the coat off her. Just as I was about to step off, I felt something yank my hair. "Trista-" I turned, about to ay something, but stopped as I noticed she was sleeping, but clutching to my hair. I silently sighed. There was no way I could get angry at Trista, and well, I didn't want to wake her up, or pull out my hair. My only choice was to climb in next to her.
I kicked off my boots, wrapping my arms about her, chin on her shoulder as my breathe tickled her ear. If only she were awake. I reached over, and turning her face towards mine. It felt like my heart beat had raised about four notches. Our lips became steadily closer until I felt them touch. They were warm and soft, making my head spin knowing if she woke up I'd be in deep trouble...
Fortunately, I broke the soft kiss and laid my head back to her shoulder without waking hr up. Snuggling her body to mine, a finally closed my eyes and let the oblivion labeled sleep take me.
My eyes fluttered opened at last when I saw Trista staring into my eyes with fear. "Trista. I." I began. But her shout made me stop: "Shut up!" She said, squirming from my grasp, only to cling to me in pain, gritting her teeth.
"Relax," I hissed. The last thing I needed was her to be hurting right now. "Relax!" I whispered forcefully, hands grasping her into a gentle, unfamiliar embrace that I knew would send a shiver of excitement down her spine. If I had to be demanding, I would.
"I want you to RELAX." I muttered, sitting up as I released her. The blush in her cheeks was from completely embarrassment. "It's enough you have to harass me." I said haughtily.
"Harrass . you..?" She asked, staring at me. "Yes, harass me, you bitch!" I snarled, looking away from her. "You've beaten me, called me a bastard, slapped me, played with me, what ELSE do you think?! You've been harassing me and my emotions!"
"I.. I never meant.." I turned to her as she sat up, trying to speak. I was extremely vexed.. The woman had no idea how much I needed her. ".. Really?" I said harshly, grasping her chin, jerking her violently to make or noses touch by the tip. "Then tell me..." I mumured, eyes going soft and lidded. "Why you always hated me."
The look in her eyes was surprised, yet warm, and somewhat happy. "... I hated you.. Because of what you did.. You killed Tori... And then Dameon..." I never noticed, really, how far I took with that.
Yes, I remember it now. She shrieked, trying to cluch Dameon to her as he wearily spoke out one last word before his humiliating death. "Trista." That was it. That was set me on the edge, made me vexed and angry. That voice made want to murder the boy.. And I had.
A/N: I don't own Ansem, I don't own the song Deep Down, but I do the story- line and what it would be like from Ansem's point of view. I also own my character/myself. I'll give you a bit more background info.
This lemon is based on a recent rp I had been in, and it got me pondering what it would be like to write from Ansem's point of view. The rp including me/my character, Trista, a young girl with amazing psychic abilities and ghost-sight. She can feel and hear what ghosts see, and has recently adopted a black cat named Ansem. Of course, Ansem, as she called him, is the real Ansem from Kingdom Hearts.
In our rp, Trista eventually fell to hate Ansem after lying to her and poisoning her mind. Along with trying to destroy her friends, Trista and her two friends finally defeated Ansem and have led normal lives since. Of course, this all changes in a bit, ne? Also, when Trista comes to Destiny Islands (read it, dang it), this is where it starts to get it's rating.
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Trista sat down at her computer, grinning slightly. Her hair was pulled up, twist a bit, and held by a huge hair clip. Eiffel 65 music blared from her stereo, and she began typing away at the random fic she had been creating. Today she wore a white blouse with black shorts.
Eye-candy, that's what she was. Smiling, I observed her from the form I had taken. A kitty. Not even her expected me, the inncoent kitty, Ansem, to be something so cute and cuddly and something she loved to be what I really was. I watched her turn her head to me with a serene smile. I wished she'd smile like that for me in the regular way. When I was a person, a human, a being.. Like her.
But her eyes were filled with. fear. It shook from her frame, douvered her very words, and her voice, more than often, mewed only to be shaken and stirred with fear and hatred for me. I hated that. I hated the fear, the hatred, the. natural. disgust she felt for me. No matter what, she would hate me. Hate me for what I did, when I only needed her for paradise.
More often than enough, she'd rub my head, letting my paws, soft and furry, colored black, unlike my regular skin, touch hers. Holding onto her in any form was nice, just even her hand was a feeling that spread warmth through both of my 'bodies'.
"Well, Ansem." The words made me look to her. "How about we go and get you something to eat?" Eat? What I wanted to eat was her. Lick her, taste her skin, her blood. Well, no, exclude her blood, I had already tasted it. And it tasted wonderful.
Yet I hopped onto her shoulder as she went out into the kitchen. I pulled my ears back at the brother's blaring music. God, the man was 17. Grow up, would you?
Trista pulled out some ice cream. Mewing slightly, I pretended his best not to leap at the treat. She would give it to me if I was good. Blue Bunny labels, heh, they made good fudge bars. Too bad I couldn't lick her lips clean.I felt my fur on his cheeks turn a red color, meaning my blush must have been bad if I felt this much of it burning in my cheeks. "Why..?" I thought to myself. "Why am I. thinking about these nasty thoughts.?"
She had grabbed only one, in hopes her brother wouldn't notice, and scurried off with me. She ripped open the wrapper just as 'Deep Down' began to play on her play window.
"Deep Down, Deep Down, da dee da da da doo da da.. Deep Down, Deep Down. Da de da dom. I wanna click, click to your heart.." The words slammed into me. Of course, I thought, I always wanted that sort of connection with Trista. I swished my long tail, purring at such a thought.
Oh, to read her mind. That would be wonderful. Wonderful enough to screw around with her mind, and poison it even more. I didn't like poisoning such a beautifully crafted brain. Hell no. I loved her ways, so mysterious, even her emotions could catch me off guard.
"A hyperlink into you. " The song blared out. I twitched my tail annoyedly. Being a cat didn't make feelings or annoyance go away, easily. I thanked whatever God there was for that.
Yes, a hyperlink. Humans were funny, at times. But Trista, given her expressions, from angry to a look I could only call: "Tired with PMS", was the funniest of all. She didn't like pain, yet she loved to speak about how much pain should one go through until death.
This was one reason I loved her so. Her mind was beautiful, figure smooth, although no one is perfect, I believe she is. I bat a paw at her hair, wondering what the beautiful emerald orbs held right now in emotions.
To think I could transform right then and have to screw with her mind was tempting, but it was better to check her mood. Sure enough, she had a smile, but in her eyes, there was concern, dying and drowning in those colorful eyes. Damn myself. What the hell happened?
Looking to her computer screen.. I couldn't believe it. Something.. What was that? The Heartless.. symbol..
Blink. Stop. Rewind. WHAT?
The Heartless?! Here?! Now?! No! I didn't need them ruining -my- little masqeurade, as long as Trista was happy.. But..
Hell. There was no but.
"A sexual browser, from here to the end. A news groove what on bond. Don't need a modem to connect to your mind.. No search engine to find you.. I wanna click, click on your heart.. A hyperlink to go inside you!.."
Trista watched me, her eyes wide with fear. I stared so intently at the symbol.. Those stupid Heartless..But I never got another thought to leave my mind before the flash of black surrounded us both. It was grasping Trista, and I watched in fear and horror, as it crushed her arms to her sides, making a scream rip from her throat as I watched, helplessly. No.. Trista.. TRISTA-CHAN!
The claws sunk deep into her fragile skin, ripping open wounds from the old months, letting her blood soak into the hellish beast it was. I leapt forward, biting the arm, teeth sinking deep into the black hellspawn.. How dare they! Hurting my Trista! I didn't hear the rest of the song, nor Trista's voice. I heard only what blind rage and rule over the Heartless told me to do: to transport us both to the islands where Riku and Sora, the Keyblade masters resided.
The black mist that had surrounded us faded away, leaving me only time to slowly morph back into my original form as I grasped to Trista tightly, pulling her close. And then our forms began to edge and fade, disappearing into the folds of teleportation..
I don't think I remember this.. I was falling, clutching Trista, breathing hard, black blood dribbling from my mouth.
"I'm.. so sorry, Trista." I murmured, leaning her head up, and before we fell into the ocean's waiting mouth, our lips pushed together into the blissful warm embrace I'd been waiting half my life for. The waves thrashed against our bodies, spreading the wounds she had even more, blood seeping into the waters.. Trista may not have recovered from the shock of Heartless, but I had to get her out of the water quickly. Blood in these waters were dangerous, so, when I finally swam into shore, I layed her down, wrapping my coat tightly about her bleeding wounds.
I stroked her face, cooing her name. I didn't want her to die. Oh, God, no. If you're dead, Trista-chan.. Her eyes began to flutter open, droplets of water kissing her eyelashes and face, making them seem like tears as she slowly reconized her surroundings.
Thank God she was alright. I would have died with her if she weren't alive. I loved her too much to let her go..
Deep down somewhere, I felt anger. Anger and hatred that began burning from my heart and over flowed any other emotion, the Heartless would all pay. But now, I had to get her somewhere. Somewhere safe. I quickly grasped her warm, yet bleeding body and made sure her head didn't roll, both arms wrapping securely about the body of the girl.
A smile was painted onto my lips. Who would think the big, bad wolf, me, Ansem, would be carrying cute Little Red Riding Hood..
My feet deepened a foot print into the sands as I walked towards the stairs, long violet hair swishing as the cool breeze carressd by cheek, making the water even colder. I scowled, such stuff were trivial, but I had no choice but to bear such annoying things.
When I finally managed to enter the small cave, I picked up her body, seeing that now she was asleep. She hadn't said a thing, nothing to the man whom she hated with every fiber in her body. Absolutely nothing. I set her down, letting her lie asleep near the rocks.
But something in me sensed the arrival of two competetant people I didn't feel like talking to right now - Riku and Sora.
Hell.. Both of the boys were annoying. They seemed to have been chatting aminatedly when they were getting into the cave's entrnace, and by that time, I had transformed back into the body I belonged to. A cat's.
I sat on top of crest of the Heartless. A symbol I now despised, with great surprise to myself. But that didn't matter. Really, it didn't.
I waited for the boys to finish whatever the hell was going on before mewing meekly. I heard their footsteps get closer, as they might have ben curious to what the noise was. I mewed again, curling up on Trista's torso, and then pretended to try and sleep.
"Riku!" Sora's bouncy and cheery voice made me pull back my ears in damn agitation. I hated that voice. So cheerful, bubbly - like a blonde's. I wish at some point I was a tiger so I could bite the damn boy's head off. I listened carefully, hearing their footsteps stop at the point where Trista was.
Riku's voice was smooth, almost observing the sleeping girl and the cat that I was supposed to be. "Let's see.. A girl and a cat. Well, Sora, I don't see Ansem, but I see a girl and a cat." I imagined Sora was frowning deeply at the boy. A smiled in my thoughts. Yes, Sora, frown all you want. But I want one of you to take her into your care. Come on, opportunies like this...
"Gee, Riku, opportunities like this don't come often. Come on! Let's get her and the cat to my place. Mom would be really pleased." Sora said in a sing-song voice. Although I would I have been surpised, Riku said nothing. I felt two hands pick my lithe cat form up, and I opened my eyes, watching as Riku wrapped his arms about Trista. A twinge of jealousy spread through my cat body, but I calmed down. It was nessesary for my survival, and for hers.
It was quite sometime before we arrived in what was Sora's house, his mother starting to freak out at how such a poor child could be hurt like this. But both boys knew it had to be a Heartless. The woman began fussing with my Trista..
What? MY Trista? It's not like I owned her or anything. She doesn't love me.. Or does she? I dropped my thoughts to watch.
I watched curiously from their counters as Sora's mother bandaged Trista, waking her up in the process. I almost heard the muffled cry, but it was drowned out by the thre cheers of Sora and his mother. I watched Trista's face, seeing it be bewildered in confusion or maybe even happiness, but I knew right then that she was now an adopted family member.
I jumped from the counter and decided to go explore the place. I found an empty room, filled with many things Trista ould love to have in her room, not too girly, not too tomboy-like, just pefect.
"Deep Down, Deep Down." The words spun in my head, twitching, I curled up to the bed and fell into a deep slumber, exhausted.
I had no idea how long I had slept. But by now, when I had awakened of course, I saw Trista walking in, wearing not only coat but the outfit she had worn back where we had originally been. It was stained with blood, but she smiled to me.
Easing herself down, she picked me up with a smile and rubbed her nose against mine. It was almost like kissing.. As she set me down in her lap, she began to scratch an itch behind my ears, telling me something, although she thought I wouldn't listen or understand.
"Ansem.. have you ever felt like you've fallen in love with your own nightmare?" She asked. I didn't expect to ask this. I looked straight up to her. Our eyes met and locked. Something inside me wondered why she was blushig so heavily. "I. I want to see Ansem again. That's why I named you after him. I think he'd be a nice, kind, gentle man if he only knew how to be like that."
If I only knew how to be like that?! Trista.. You think I'm a murderer? I killed that lying bitch for a reason! She was hurting you! She LIED to you! Led you down a path in hell! I had to kill her. The bitch had to die. For you.. It was all for you..
I remember the scene now. Trista standing there, eyes wide in horror as I stood over Tori's body, blood splattered and covering almost everything. I was licking my gloves clean as tears began to emerge into her eyes. Her voice was cracking. "T-Tori...?" She muttered, trying hard not to let the truth sink in. I was merciless then.
I was filled with a never-dying lust, just to hold Trista at my mercy, to feel her emotions, touch her face with the blood of a friend, it made me pleased. Tori had served well for a spy, but that bitch was going to let out the secret. I should have killed her long before.
I had laughed. Cruelly, I now realize. Trista never wanted her friend to die, she wanted her friend to live.. But what I said must have made her hate me more.. "She was god and useful, Trista. Even her blood is exactly like her.. Lying, disgusting, the bitch was supposed to die.."
Those eyes. When I stared so calmly into them, they were filled with rejection. She rejected me, hated me, and yet. She loved me. She watched in such beautiful anger that racked her body as I licked my hands clean, my red eyes glowing slightly in unmistakeable pleasure of destroying what little Trista could have - besides me.
Anything and everything Trista had built up for friends, I wanted to knock down. Often more than enough, I would watch her in the night as she woke up screaming out my name in horror. It was almost always along the lines of: "No, Ansem! STOP! DON'T KILL TORII!" or something similar.
My body convulsed for a moment as I thought about it, and I flipped onto my back, batting my paws at her hands. I was stuck on her. My mind wouldn't leave the subject of her.
.. Good. I didn't want her out of my sight. Her head turned from me, handsuddenly stopping her scratching. The mother of Sora stood there, holding out to her a small pamphlet. Trista gingerly took the pamphlet, while listening to the mother explain she had to go to the Island's High School, saying she neded aducation as well. She wouldn't argue.
But I would. I didn't want her leaving this godforsaken house! The Heartless knew how to track me down. But the best thing in that school, as I over looked the pieces of paper, was 'Weapon Practice.' Although I wasn't confused about it, her new mother had checked all the regular subjects, this one, and art.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. I would be STUCK, home ALONE, while Trista would be at School in two days?!! What kind of idiot.. Oh, no, nevermind. I just sneak in through her backpack. Yes, always alternatives.
The woman I loved smiled down to me, and then slowly laid down, and closed her eyes. I heard her breathing grow peaceful.. Peaceful and slow. I crawled off the bed, wiggling before I hopped down. I just hoped I could find something to do.
My shape and form slowly transformed myself back, long violet hair swishing slightly. I wouldn't slip the coat off her. Just as I was about to step off, I felt something yank my hair. "Trista-" I turned, about to ay something, but stopped as I noticed she was sleeping, but clutching to my hair. I silently sighed. There was no way I could get angry at Trista, and well, I didn't want to wake her up, or pull out my hair. My only choice was to climb in next to her.
I kicked off my boots, wrapping my arms about her, chin on her shoulder as my breathe tickled her ear. If only she were awake. I reached over, and turning her face towards mine. It felt like my heart beat had raised about four notches. Our lips became steadily closer until I felt them touch. They were warm and soft, making my head spin knowing if she woke up I'd be in deep trouble...
Fortunately, I broke the soft kiss and laid my head back to her shoulder without waking hr up. Snuggling her body to mine, a finally closed my eyes and let the oblivion labeled sleep take me.
My eyes fluttered opened at last when I saw Trista staring into my eyes with fear. "Trista. I." I began. But her shout made me stop: "Shut up!" She said, squirming from my grasp, only to cling to me in pain, gritting her teeth.
"Relax," I hissed. The last thing I needed was her to be hurting right now. "Relax!" I whispered forcefully, hands grasping her into a gentle, unfamiliar embrace that I knew would send a shiver of excitement down her spine. If I had to be demanding, I would.
"I want you to RELAX." I muttered, sitting up as I released her. The blush in her cheeks was from completely embarrassment. "It's enough you have to harass me." I said haughtily.
"Harrass . you..?" She asked, staring at me. "Yes, harass me, you bitch!" I snarled, looking away from her. "You've beaten me, called me a bastard, slapped me, played with me, what ELSE do you think?! You've been harassing me and my emotions!"
"I.. I never meant.." I turned to her as she sat up, trying to speak. I was extremely vexed.. The woman had no idea how much I needed her. ".. Really?" I said harshly, grasping her chin, jerking her violently to make or noses touch by the tip. "Then tell me..." I mumured, eyes going soft and lidded. "Why you always hated me."
The look in her eyes was surprised, yet warm, and somewhat happy. "... I hated you.. Because of what you did.. You killed Tori... And then Dameon..." I never noticed, really, how far I took with that.
Yes, I remember it now. She shrieked, trying to cluch Dameon to her as he wearily spoke out one last word before his humiliating death. "Trista." That was it. That was set me on the edge, made me vexed and angry. That voice made want to murder the boy.. And I had.