Kiyomisa: Well...there wasn't nearly enough crawling...but okay here's the next bit. Don't drool too much over Riku n' Ansem in this one okay? Wouldn't want you to short out your keyboards ;P
Riku sat beside the path, trying to make things stop spinning. He felt dizzy and slightly nauseous, a feeling he really wanted to stop. It was then that he saw the bubbles. At first, he was ready to dismiss them, but that was before he caught sight of the people inside.
Unthinkingly he reached out to grab one and get a closer look. As soon as his fingers closed upon it, he was in it, amid a swirl of whirling people. Soft music filled the air as the people laughed.
All wore masks and fancy costumes to mimic the Heartless bodies, but they themselves were obviously human...or least human shaped. Riku felt decidedly out of place in his yellow shirt, black pants and sneakers. He was just grateful that he hadn't worn the blue overalls that day.
A woman dressed as a purple Gargoyle passed by, spotted him and said, "I love your costume," in a sultry voice.
He knew she was laughing at his 'street' clothes, but he glanced down at himself anyway. He was wearing a white tuxedo that shimmered like opal in the light. On his vest was Ansem's crest, a heart-sword with four jagged pieces. He could feel a weight on his back and when he shifted there was resistance. Riku looked over his shoulder to see not one, but two pairs of opalescent wings.
"Hey Angelstar," a young with the turban and scimitar of a Bandit Heartless purred, winking at him from behind his cloth mask. Riku blushed, though he wasn't quite sure why. Then he suddenly remembered; he was looking for someone, someone very important at this party, and he had to find them before the thirteenth hour.
Riku began to move through the crowd, being careful of his wings. He caught a glimpse of long silver hair and his heart beat faster. There he is! he thought excitedly, heading for the area he'd spotted him in. But when he got there, his objective was gone, nowhere to be seen.
Riku cursed softly under his breath and began looking for him again. Across the room, orange eyes flashed from behind a black silken mask before the crowd once again hid him from Riku's sight. Riku dived into the crowd, cursing his decision to wear a costume with wings as they made it difficult to get through the crowd quickly.
Again his elusive prey had escaped. Riku hit the refreshment table petulantly. He jumped slightly when a pair of warm arms wrapped around him from behind.
"Looking for someone?" a familiar deep voice teased. Riku flushed and pulled away, turning to look at th tall man.
"Hello handsome," Ansem murmured affectionately, reaching down to cup Riku's cheek.
"I finally found you." Riku felt stupid and off balance; he couldn't tear his eyes away from Ansem's flickering eyes.
"Yes, you deserve a reward." The man dipped his head and kissed him, tasting his mouth like a butterfly tasting nectar. Riku's head began to spin again and he closed his eyes against the dizziness. Warmth seemed to spread from Ansem's lips throughout Riku, and tingles shot through his nervous system. Riku had never been kissed before and it both more and less powerful than he'd imagined. Every time Ansem's tongue brushed across his, it sent more shivers through him and his knees were beginning to go weak with sensation.
Ansem ended the kiss and Riku drew in a sharp breath he hadn't been aware he needed. Ansem chuckled and moved his kisses to Riku's neck, sucking softly on the pale skin he found there. Riku gasped and clutched at Ansem's arms. "A-ansem!"
"Come with me," Ansem murmured, tugging hands insistently.
"W-why?" Riku wondered why he was feeling so shy. He was never shy, he was always the flirtatious one. His thoughts were interrupted when Ansem smiled at him and led him from the crowded room.
The path was only a pavilion over grass, and it gave way pleasantly under Riku's feet. They entered another building, away from the music and laughter of the other guests. The room Ansem led him to was open and airy, covered with pillows, cushions and sheets. The man tugged Riku gently to the middle of the room, then undid his wings and set them down. Riku rolled his shoulder once they were free, working out the slight stiffness he'd acquired from wearing them.
Ansem began to massage his shoulders, warm hands kneading firmly and pleasantly as he kissed Riku's cheek and neck. The youth shivered and closed his eyes. It felt so good, but something was off-"Ah!" Ansem bit his neck lightly and Riku forgot about the off feeling.
The man's hand had snuck it's way into Riku's shirt, strong fingers brushing across his nipple, sending a shock through him. It was becoming hard to think and Riku leaned back against Ansem's broad chest for support. Then, almost idly, the youth wondered what time it was, for he had something important to do by the thirteenth hour, and he couldn't waste too much time in Ansem's arms, tempting though it was.
Riku opened his eyes and looked curiously around the room, forcing himself to momentarily ignore the sensations the older man was making him feel. He found himself vaguely aware of every last detail, down to the weave in the satin on the pillows.
Almost like a dream, he thought, then jerked upright, bringing a disgruntled noise from Ansem. "This is a dream!" Riku cried, moving away from the mocha-skinned man.
He ran from the room, not noticing that Ansem did not follow or even call out after him. I have to wake up! How? the youth thought frantically, looking around for the way out. He was aback among the swirl of people, some giving him leers and knowing looks.
Don't look at me like that! Riku wanted out and he wanted out now. It wasn't fun anymore. It wasn't until that moment that he noticed one wall of the ballroom wasn't there. Instead there was a shimmering iridescent curtain. Like a soap bubble, Riku thought, reaching out to touch it. If felt smooth and cold like glass, but shifted colors like soap or an oil spill. Not a bubble, then, but crystal. Crystals could still be broken. Riku turned from the wall, looking for something solid enough to break through. A grandfather clock began to chime the hour, it's ornate pendulum swinging steadily. Startled, Riku checked the time. Eleven, only two hours left. He had to get out of there! Grabbing the first thing at hand, Riku lifted a chair and sung it as hard as he could at the pane.
The crystal shattered, and like a drain had been removed, everything was drawn to the hole, air rushing out with a deafening roar, that somehow didn't drown out the chiming of the clock. Riku barely registered the angry screams of the other guest as he leapt into the nothing, praying that he'd make it in time.
Everything went black, and his body went into sudden convulsions, all his muscles contracting at once It lasted less than a second and he became aware that he was lying on a slab of what felt like concrete. Nothing hurt, he'd just awoken from his dream. Carefully he sat up, still feeling somewhat dizzy. His hand still held the peach and as he looked at it, a small green worm crawled through it.
"Ugh, you can have it," Riku muttered, setting the peach down and wiping his hand on his pants. He wondered if the worm would OD and die from whatever was in the peach, then shook the thought from his head and got his first good look at where he was. It was a grey, rocky mountain-side. There were no plants to be seen and the sky was overcast, making it impossible to tell what time of day it was. Everything was grey, there was no color in the bleak landscape and the only thing that reassured Riku that he hadn't gone colorblind was the bright yellow of his shirt.
"Well, not going to get anywhere just sitting here," he said as he levered himself up. He started in a random direction, hoping he was headed the right way for wherever he was headed.