Deep Down
Get Up
A/N: I've been thinking about this chapter. Long and hard, have I been thinking. Yes, I know, I sounded like Yoda. Anyway, it's caleld Get Up basically because of a new element I'm adding in. There's some answers I'd like to give out:
Kurama-Freak: Ansem? Protective? That's like barely anything. In other stuff I've written, the male's more protective than Ansem is right now... But... It makes some sense. Ansem's in love, he doesn't want her to leave, and so... yeah, you get the picture.
I listened to about forty different songs writing this chapter... So if there are snippets from other songs, don't blame me. I don't own them... Most will be Misery by the Moffats, I think, I don't remember. But it sounded good for what I planned to have in on this chapter!
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Emerath watched me, his eyes glowing as I felt his energy surround him. "I will see you soon, Lord Ansem." He murmured. His hands waved, tossing his bones, gems and stones. They began to erode, and fade. And he did as well...
I snarled, unwittingly waking Trista up. She looked into my eyes, slightly scared. I lenaed her up to me, our lips once more touching as our arms wrapped tight to one another, sharing fervered and hungry kisses that made me want more. More than I knew I could have. I shrugged the feeling off, letting myself into her mouth, my tongue slowly running, kinkily, across her teeth, then to the roof of her mouth. Our saliva mingled together, both of us never noticing, nor caring I guessed, if we wee seen.
My hands slipped up her shirt, and I had realized our skins were in bodily contact. My gloves had lain forgotten. I used my warmth to touch that icey- cold skin, deepning within each kiss. Our lips were locked, passions firing themselves into the single, new, and brightly loving kiss that warmed both our souls.
I grasped the clasp of her bra, knowing she may want to stop me. Nothing happened, and our lips parted. She whispered to me, softly, but carefully. I knew she had slowly chosen her words. "Ansem... I don't think it would be right... But... In love..." She trailed off. I just smiled...
"In love," I responded, giving her lips and teasing kiss, "lovers do /that/ sort of activity." Her cheeks went crimson. That didn't stop me from removing her shirt, nuzzling my cheek against the bare shoulders and arms of her body. "You're beautiful," I whispered. My hands touched her skin, and a heard a small moan that emitted from her lips. I bit softly on her neck, closing my eyes. "I wish to only make you mine," I murmured.
My hands had already begun to remove what little was left. Those plain blakc shorts fell, and I was gently pricking her skin with my 'fangs', wondering what thoughts fell into her mind. I allowed myself to shudder in excitement. Her lithe body was held close, while I stared up, grinning wolfishly to her. She was cute, blushing so darkly, although only the faint light of the door cracks shone into the room.
It was always dark at night. I lifted her from the bed, wrapping my arms about her securely. I hd no intention that tonight I'd take anything from her- no, not her innocence, not right away... I bit my lip, and she leaned over, snuggling into my arms. I looked down to her, softly smiling as my eyes twinkled in happiness. Our lips once again touched. Our breathe froze in our lungs, and then I felt it.
The shiver of expecting death. The grim reaper had arrived... In the body of a boy named Sora.
~*~I cry myself to sleep again, tonight... 'Cause I cannot hold you tight..~*~
(Sora's POV)
I watched as Ansem broke the kiss. My new sister, Trista, was completely naked, lying in his arms. Ansem's face shone like a beacon... A beacon for death.. I watched as my sister shook in trembling fear, I know not why. But then the splurt of blood made her eyes widen. Ansem's breathe was inhaled sharply, and I smiled in satisfaction.
But then I saw it. Ansem's angered face. His eyes turned red, and his mouth mouthed the words in a savage sort of hatred. "How dare you.." His voice roared into my mind. I was slammed backwards as the force I knew as the Heartless threw me against the door, making a groan escape my lips.
And then, I heard the scream.
You bastard, Ansem! I leapt up to scream that, but then I saw Trista reaching for me.. Her eyes were wide with shock, fear, and... want. She needed my help! But as I ran into the portal hand reaching for hers, I was snapped back. Riku was pulling me back. "Riku!" I snarled. "Let me go!" I jerked around to face him.
"Let her go, Sora," Riku said coldly. "Ansem's not kidnapping her without a good reason... He wants you dead." I shook my head crossly. "No, RIKU! He's going to rape Trista! She's my sister! I can't let him do that, no way!"
Riku went silent. He knew I was right. Ansem was going to rape Trista.. Rape her and use her, like a little toy... I growled deep down in my throat, my heart bursting with anger. I grabbed Riku's wrist, snarling. "Then let's go!" I muttered, yanking Riku into the portal.
In a rush of cold, we fell onto the platform of what was, and felt like, hard, ancient stone. Standing up, Riku staggered to the edge, and then looked down. "It's just bottomless from here, Sora." He said. Biting my lip, I looked around for Ansem... But then I noticed this place was furnished with ancient carvings, delicately and deliberately placed with the utmost care. Ruins of a dead civilization... Something my eyes and brain didn't like clicking. I was in a tomb. A tomb that had a bottomless pit.
Good mothers of monkeys. I'm dead. Screwed. Going to die. Will fall from the platform. Whatever will happen! I didn't like living times like these, oh no, no I did not.
~*~ I wish I could see you again tomorrow..~*~
I never expected to see this. Ansem was standing there, long flowing hair now bunched up into a neat ponytail. In his hands, he held a black-hilted sword, the steel glinting from the dried blood that hardened onto it's features. The whole thing made me shiver. Ansem spoke, and his voice was like ice, cold and hard. "What do you want? My dear Trista back, I suppose? Then pick up that sword and fight me, boy."
I grasped the sheathed sword to my right, noticing it for the first time. Suddenly I felt as if a warmth flooded through me. I slid the sleek blade from it's covers, and my eyes glinted in a frosty, wriggling way that meant I'd fight to the death.
Our feet moved with scratches on the old stone, and suddenly it began. We rushed headlong at one another, Ansem raising his sword to slice a wound into my side. I had barely any time to block it, thanking God for both my brain and luck. The glint of steel was one I saw from behind, and twisting about, I threw up my sword, letting the deafening cling of sword clashing against another ring in my ears as we began to parry and thrust, throwing blows to one another with accurate speed. But we were matched evenly.
His body shook with unseen rage, although I wondered why we had stepped back from each other. Then our feet took flight and the swords clanged against each other. The sweat of exhaustion and anger was quickly swept from my brow as I let out a low kick, making Ansem stumbles backwards.
But he fell. I couldn't stab him, he just fell. Right into a fucking transportation portal. Damn it all.
~*~ So you could take all this sorrow, sorrow.~*~
(Ansem's POV)
I fell, almost like time was slowing down. Then the thump of the floor of my Seer's room told me I was still alive. I felt warm hands touch my cold- bitten face, and I looked up to see my dear Trista asking me if I were alright. Her image was blurred, almost as if I were fainting. A smile crept up my lips.
I remember feeling her rock me back and forth, her arms cradling me. Emerath was speaking - I couldn't hear his voice - it was all drowned out as I fell deep into the vast world f unconciousness.
I awoke to the sound of shifting. When my eyes slyly opened to slits, I made sure to know who was in the room and if I wanted them to be in there. Only Trista was there. She was wearing a long dress, the design very roman- like. I can barely describe it. It folds gingerly about her hips, the long silken arm straps were sewn into a leather like material, and she was sitting on a bench. The dress was a light blue, flowing down to her ankles, and I saw she was wearing the greek-styled sandals. Her hair had been bunched up once more, but chopsticks had been set through them.
A goddess. I slowly sat up, smiling as I held out my arms to her. She rose, not quickly, but slowly, before embracing me. I purred softly, nuzzling her neck with my cheek, feeling her heart beat pick up. I never wanted her to leave me again.
My tongue slid out, and I heard a moan as I edged it along the collar bone. Her hands gripped tightly to me, and I heard her breathing grow shaky. "You like it," I muttered with a hint of teasing into her ear. "Oh, Ansem..." She whined, calling out my name in another moan. I loved living, knowing I could always do this.
Get Up
A/N: I've been thinking about this chapter. Long and hard, have I been thinking. Yes, I know, I sounded like Yoda. Anyway, it's caleld Get Up basically because of a new element I'm adding in. There's some answers I'd like to give out:
Kurama-Freak: Ansem? Protective? That's like barely anything. In other stuff I've written, the male's more protective than Ansem is right now... But... It makes some sense. Ansem's in love, he doesn't want her to leave, and so... yeah, you get the picture.
I listened to about forty different songs writing this chapter... So if there are snippets from other songs, don't blame me. I don't own them... Most will be Misery by the Moffats, I think, I don't remember. But it sounded good for what I planned to have in on this chapter!
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Emerath watched me, his eyes glowing as I felt his energy surround him. "I will see you soon, Lord Ansem." He murmured. His hands waved, tossing his bones, gems and stones. They began to erode, and fade. And he did as well...
I snarled, unwittingly waking Trista up. She looked into my eyes, slightly scared. I lenaed her up to me, our lips once more touching as our arms wrapped tight to one another, sharing fervered and hungry kisses that made me want more. More than I knew I could have. I shrugged the feeling off, letting myself into her mouth, my tongue slowly running, kinkily, across her teeth, then to the roof of her mouth. Our saliva mingled together, both of us never noticing, nor caring I guessed, if we wee seen.
My hands slipped up her shirt, and I had realized our skins were in bodily contact. My gloves had lain forgotten. I used my warmth to touch that icey- cold skin, deepning within each kiss. Our lips were locked, passions firing themselves into the single, new, and brightly loving kiss that warmed both our souls.
I grasped the clasp of her bra, knowing she may want to stop me. Nothing happened, and our lips parted. She whispered to me, softly, but carefully. I knew she had slowly chosen her words. "Ansem... I don't think it would be right... But... In love..." She trailed off. I just smiled...
"In love," I responded, giving her lips and teasing kiss, "lovers do /that/ sort of activity." Her cheeks went crimson. That didn't stop me from removing her shirt, nuzzling my cheek against the bare shoulders and arms of her body. "You're beautiful," I whispered. My hands touched her skin, and a heard a small moan that emitted from her lips. I bit softly on her neck, closing my eyes. "I wish to only make you mine," I murmured.
My hands had already begun to remove what little was left. Those plain blakc shorts fell, and I was gently pricking her skin with my 'fangs', wondering what thoughts fell into her mind. I allowed myself to shudder in excitement. Her lithe body was held close, while I stared up, grinning wolfishly to her. She was cute, blushing so darkly, although only the faint light of the door cracks shone into the room.
It was always dark at night. I lifted her from the bed, wrapping my arms about her securely. I hd no intention that tonight I'd take anything from her- no, not her innocence, not right away... I bit my lip, and she leaned over, snuggling into my arms. I looked down to her, softly smiling as my eyes twinkled in happiness. Our lips once again touched. Our breathe froze in our lungs, and then I felt it.
The shiver of expecting death. The grim reaper had arrived... In the body of a boy named Sora.
~*~I cry myself to sleep again, tonight... 'Cause I cannot hold you tight..~*~
(Sora's POV)
I watched as Ansem broke the kiss. My new sister, Trista, was completely naked, lying in his arms. Ansem's face shone like a beacon... A beacon for death.. I watched as my sister shook in trembling fear, I know not why. But then the splurt of blood made her eyes widen. Ansem's breathe was inhaled sharply, and I smiled in satisfaction.
But then I saw it. Ansem's angered face. His eyes turned red, and his mouth mouthed the words in a savage sort of hatred. "How dare you.." His voice roared into my mind. I was slammed backwards as the force I knew as the Heartless threw me against the door, making a groan escape my lips.
And then, I heard the scream.
You bastard, Ansem! I leapt up to scream that, but then I saw Trista reaching for me.. Her eyes were wide with shock, fear, and... want. She needed my help! But as I ran into the portal hand reaching for hers, I was snapped back. Riku was pulling me back. "Riku!" I snarled. "Let me go!" I jerked around to face him.
"Let her go, Sora," Riku said coldly. "Ansem's not kidnapping her without a good reason... He wants you dead." I shook my head crossly. "No, RIKU! He's going to rape Trista! She's my sister! I can't let him do that, no way!"
Riku went silent. He knew I was right. Ansem was going to rape Trista.. Rape her and use her, like a little toy... I growled deep down in my throat, my heart bursting with anger. I grabbed Riku's wrist, snarling. "Then let's go!" I muttered, yanking Riku into the portal.
In a rush of cold, we fell onto the platform of what was, and felt like, hard, ancient stone. Standing up, Riku staggered to the edge, and then looked down. "It's just bottomless from here, Sora." He said. Biting my lip, I looked around for Ansem... But then I noticed this place was furnished with ancient carvings, delicately and deliberately placed with the utmost care. Ruins of a dead civilization... Something my eyes and brain didn't like clicking. I was in a tomb. A tomb that had a bottomless pit.
Good mothers of monkeys. I'm dead. Screwed. Going to die. Will fall from the platform. Whatever will happen! I didn't like living times like these, oh no, no I did not.
~*~ I wish I could see you again tomorrow..~*~
I never expected to see this. Ansem was standing there, long flowing hair now bunched up into a neat ponytail. In his hands, he held a black-hilted sword, the steel glinting from the dried blood that hardened onto it's features. The whole thing made me shiver. Ansem spoke, and his voice was like ice, cold and hard. "What do you want? My dear Trista back, I suppose? Then pick up that sword and fight me, boy."
I grasped the sheathed sword to my right, noticing it for the first time. Suddenly I felt as if a warmth flooded through me. I slid the sleek blade from it's covers, and my eyes glinted in a frosty, wriggling way that meant I'd fight to the death.
Our feet moved with scratches on the old stone, and suddenly it began. We rushed headlong at one another, Ansem raising his sword to slice a wound into my side. I had barely any time to block it, thanking God for both my brain and luck. The glint of steel was one I saw from behind, and twisting about, I threw up my sword, letting the deafening cling of sword clashing against another ring in my ears as we began to parry and thrust, throwing blows to one another with accurate speed. But we were matched evenly.
His body shook with unseen rage, although I wondered why we had stepped back from each other. Then our feet took flight and the swords clanged against each other. The sweat of exhaustion and anger was quickly swept from my brow as I let out a low kick, making Ansem stumbles backwards.
But he fell. I couldn't stab him, he just fell. Right into a fucking transportation portal. Damn it all.
~*~ So you could take all this sorrow, sorrow.~*~
(Ansem's POV)
I fell, almost like time was slowing down. Then the thump of the floor of my Seer's room told me I was still alive. I felt warm hands touch my cold- bitten face, and I looked up to see my dear Trista asking me if I were alright. Her image was blurred, almost as if I were fainting. A smile crept up my lips.
I remember feeling her rock me back and forth, her arms cradling me. Emerath was speaking - I couldn't hear his voice - it was all drowned out as I fell deep into the vast world f unconciousness.
I awoke to the sound of shifting. When my eyes slyly opened to slits, I made sure to know who was in the room and if I wanted them to be in there. Only Trista was there. She was wearing a long dress, the design very roman- like. I can barely describe it. It folds gingerly about her hips, the long silken arm straps were sewn into a leather like material, and she was sitting on a bench. The dress was a light blue, flowing down to her ankles, and I saw she was wearing the greek-styled sandals. Her hair had been bunched up once more, but chopsticks had been set through them.
A goddess. I slowly sat up, smiling as I held out my arms to her. She rose, not quickly, but slowly, before embracing me. I purred softly, nuzzling her neck with my cheek, feeling her heart beat pick up. I never wanted her to leave me again.
My tongue slid out, and I heard a moan as I edged it along the collar bone. Her hands gripped tightly to me, and I heard her breathing grow shaky. "You like it," I muttered with a hint of teasing into her ear. "Oh, Ansem..." She whined, calling out my name in another moan. I loved living, knowing I could always do this.