Tortured By Light
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Categories: AU-ish, Angst, Violence, Yaoi, Adventure, Etc.
Warnings: The usual…
Summary: Ansem has stolen or rather copied Riku's physical appearance and the two battle against each other in the dark side of Kingdom Hearts; a new dimension of worlds. Sora searches for his friend, but will he ever find Riku, and will they ever be able to seal the true doors of light?
Disclaimer: It should be pretty obvious by now what is and is not mine…
Author's Note: Trying my best to update a bit more regularly since It would seem that I've finally managed to get over my writer's block.
IMPORTANT NOTE: You need to have read my first fic "Bound by Darkness" in order for this fic to make any sense.
WARNING: I ignore flames; so if you have any, I suggest you save your energy because I don't give a shit.
Chapter 7: A Body's Worth
Later on in the evening Sephiroth, Riku, and Seymour began to devise a strategy in order to steal enough money discretely so as to buy Kuja back. Each took a different route so as to save time, granted it wasn't the best plan they could have come up with but they were rather short on time.
Seymour's methods were rather bold; he let his exotic blue hair flow freely over his shoulders and down his back as he strode into a nearby casino. Despite his pride he managed to find the lap of a drunken fool with a winning streak. While the drunken man played winning hand after winning hand; all the while giving Seymour occasional gropes, he never did seem to notice as a few winning chips found their way up Seymour's elaborate sleeves. Seymour played his deceitful game until the fool eventually lost and then he simply found the lap of another lucky fool. While Seymour played to part of an expensive yet flirty male courtesan, inwardly his teeth grated with indignation. If it hadn't been for the fact that Kuja had recently helped save his life, he would have demanded reprimands out of Kuja's hide.
As for Sephiroth, he had little to no trouble at all; his artful stealth gave him a great advantage in the ways of pick pocketing and simple robbery. However, he did try to aim for pockets with enough wealth to spare; Sephiroth wasn't about to stoop so low as to steal from those who needed it to live. After a while though, Sephiroth began to get bored of simple five-finger-discounts and a new idea occurred to him. The streets were far livelier in the night than they were during the day, especially since the temperature had cooled considerably. Sephiroth walked silently past a clothing booth and casually swiped a simple dark scarf. After wrapping the scarf around his face, Sephiroth poised himself readily at the edge of a dark alley. As soon as a drunken noble came sauntering by, Sephiroth whisked him into the darkness and without so much as a struggle was a heavy purse closer to purchasing Kuja. Sephiroth kept to his ally mugging tactics and collected donation after generous donation towards the 'Free Kuja' fund while at the same time enjoying his self for the first time in quite a while.
Riku found himself wandering up and down the bazaar looking for the occasional low dipping purse or pocket peaking wallet. He managed a few scores but none of them what he would consider a substantial amount. People pushed him as they walked by; the street was so crowded that even when Riku blundered his theft, it went unnoticed. Overall he had been doing alright until he got caught by a tall, well muscled man with dark hair and eyes. Riku had tried to run away and get lost in the crowd but found his wrist caught by the larger man's painful grip.
"Thought you could get away with my munny did you?" The man had a deep husky voice and he lifted Riku off the ground so that he could glare at him at eye level. Riku swung his feet frantically and twisted in the man's grip. The man smirked and blew a puff of smirk from his cigar into Riku's face. Riku's lungs protested against the harsh smoke and his eyes watered slightly.
"Do you know what the penalty for theft is around here boy?" The man grinned at Riku wickedly and caused him to flinch.
"Let me guess, I have to hear you talk until my ears bleed?" retorted Riku.
"Heh, You've got quite the attitude, but not for long."
"Spare me the threats. Let go of me now!" Riku was angry now, his arm hurt, the cigar smell was making him sick, and no one in the crowd seemed to notice nor care about what was going on.
"You've got two choices kid; either I can give you over to the authorities who will cut off your hands, or you can earn the money you stole."
"How about I just give you back your money and you let me go?" replied Riku sarcastically.
"How bout I kill you instead and save myself the aggravation?"
"Explain to me just exactly how I'm supposed to 'earn' the money… Need your carriage waxed?" Riku's tone dripped with sarcasm in spite of the asshole still holding him up by his wrist. The man didn't answer his last response; instead he dragged Riku away from the crowd into a dark alley.
"Should have known…" thought Riku to himself as he was dumped carelessly onto the ground. The large man leaned over to pick him up so that Riku would stand and then viciously slammed Riku against the wall so that he faced it. Riku felt his blood turn cold as rough hands reached for his pants and hastily pulled them down where they trapped his ankles.
"Knock it off! Get off me! You can't do this!" Riku's cries were cut off as a gag was quickly tied over his mouth.
"Actually, I can do anything I want to you since I caught you stealing; don't worry I'll pay you well and then you'll be free to go."
Riku struggled as much as he could but the man pinned both of his wrists painfully against the rough wall with one hand while the other began to slowly caress Riku's rear through the fine material of his boxers. Riku's eyes watered and he tried desperately to escape as he soon felt the cold night air against his bare skin.
"Not again! This can't happen again! Why is this happening? It's not! I won't let it!" With a sudden burst of rage and renewed strength; Riku moved his feet to struggle out of his pants that were pooled at his ankles. With one foot free, he swung it up behind him where it made contact with the man's groin. The man's grip on Riku momentarily loosened and Riku used the opportunity to swing around and throw his fist into the man's face. Blood sprayed the alley walls from the man's now broken nose. The angry man countered and threw his own fist at Riku. Riku dodged and the punch merely glanced off his shoulder as he fell to the ground. Once on the ground Riku spun on his back and used the alley wall for momentum as he used both feet to push off and send him underneath the man's legs. Before the man could react and as soon as Riku was lying on the ground behind him, Riku thrust both of his feet out and kicked the backs of the man's knees thus sending the man to the ground. Riku was about to finish the man off by breaking his neck when a firm grip tightened on his shoulder. Riku spun around frantically and instinctively swung his fist only to have it caught before it could connect with anything. Riku's eyes focused and he suddenly relaxed upon realizing it was Sephiroth who had grabbed him.
"I was about to save you when I saw that man drag you into the alley, but I see my help wasn't needed as much as I originally thought. Good work Riku, I'm impressed."
"Then why did you stop me from killing him?"
"It's never a good thing to kill in anger, even when the person probably deserves it. Strong emotions have a significant effect on fighters, do not take them lightly. Remember that next time so that you don't repeat your past mistakes of letting emotions cloud your better judgment. Now then, you better put your pants back on so we can find Seymour."
Riku nodded and quickly put his pants back on. As for his would-be assailant, the man staggered towards the exit only to be tripped by Sephiroth on his way out and fall face first into a pile of animal manure.
Sephiroth and Riku walked back towards the inn where they were staying while keeping their eyes open for a certain blue haired half elf. Not far from where they originally headed out was a casino with a rather smug looking guado standing nearby against a street lamp.
"How did it go Seymour?" asked Sephiroth.
"About 7 ass pinches, 15 ass slaps, 10 chest caresses, 5 hip squeezes, 29 different hands in my hair, 35 lewd offers all of which were denied, 2 stolen kisses which were just gross, and one bold grope at my unmentionables and believe me it was the last." replied Seymour nonchalantly.
"The money Seymour…" growled Sephiroth in slight annoyance; it was scary how much Seymour acted like Kuja; both were scantily clad mages with more arrogance than hair gel.
"567 munny… you?"
"I managed 3,689 in munny."
"I got away with 82 munny." muttered Riku in slight embarrassment.
"That makes our total 4,338 munny." replied Sephiroth while the other two were still calculating in their heads.
"Think that will be enough?" asked Riku.
"Let's hope so." relied Sephiroth.
The next day, Sephiroth, Seymour, and Riku went to the tent where Kuja had been previewed and awaited the auction to start. A large crowd had come to bid and it caused the three comrades to worry. Several slaves went on the block before Kuja, Riku couldn't help but feel sorry for them but for now there was nothing he could do for them. Sephiroth reached over and patted his shoulder gently to reassure him and Riku subconsciously stepped closer against Sephiroth. As it turned out, Kuja was to be the auction's grand finale. A pair of slaves tugged on Kuja's chains which were attached at each wrist and hauled him kicking and raving onto the auction block. Kuja didn't notice his friends out in the crowd, he was too bust shouting out colorful curses and attempting to bite the auctioneer who eyed him cautiously.
"Here we have a rather exotic creature, a humanoid with a ling monkey-like tail. Gender is male although his face is prettier than most of our wives' and hips that would be great to bare children if he were in fact a female. Good teeth, as you can see he's full of energy and healthy. No signs of facial hair, fully mature, and likely a virgin by our examination results. Due to the fact that he has not been properly broken nor trained there will be a base price reduction on the starting bid… Do I hear anyone with a bid of 5,000 munny?"
"Shit!" cursed Riku, "You mean after all that, we can't even afford the base bid price?"
"I guess we shift strategies then to plan C." remarked Sephiroth.
"What happened to plan B?" asked Riku.
"There never was a plan B, besides it's overused."
"So what do we do now?" asked Seymour.
"We wait and see who buys him, follow them home and rescue him." explained Sephiroth, "In the mean time I want both of you to use the munny we've collected to buy supplies. Meet me at the inn tonight and I'll return with Kuja."
Riku and Seymour nodded and left for the bazaar while Sephiroth watched the auction continue.
"Sold! For 7,900 munny to the man in the expensive coat!"
Sephiroth turned to see the man who had just purchased Kuja, he didn't look at all like the locals, and he had bright blue eyes, short honey colored hair with long bangs that framed his face well. He also wore a long expensive looking white coat and seemed to be accompanied by a gang of henchmen who all wore dark suits. Sephiroth's first impression of this man was that he was some sort of kingpin drug lord.
"How dare you assume you can just buy me like that!"
"Oh crap, Kuja was running his mouth at the wrong time!" Sephiroth smacked his face into the pal of his hand and shook his head.
"Silence slave! He is your new master now! You will address Lord Rufus as 'Master' is that clear!?" commanded the slave trader.
"Why you inferior savages! I'll have you know I'm a powerful wizard capable of burning you all to ashes if I choose!"
"Not with that collar on…" remarked the slave trader as he handed Kuja's chains to two of Rufus' bodyguards.
Kuja was hauled out of the tent to a nearby carriage and taken to Rufus's mansion. Unbeknownst to any of them, Sephiroth was hot on their trail. Upon arriving at Rufus's mansion, Kuja was rather ungracefully tossed into the threshold.
"Welcome to your new home, do you have a name?" asked Rufus.
"Why should I tell you?" spoke Kuja haughtily while placing both hands on his hips and holding his chin up defiantly.
"Because if you don't I'll be forced to call you by some other name like, oh let's say… 'Mr. Tinkles'."
"KUJA! Kuja is my name!"
"That's much better; 'Kuja' is far more suited for you."
"So what exactly do you want from me?" asked Kuja although he already had a pretty good idea of just what kind of slave he was supposed to be.
"I want you to mop this floor Kuja."
Something in Kuja's brain seemed to smoke and then fry at the sound of a word that had something to do with manual labor.
"What!"
"You will address me as 'Master' and as your Master, my first order is for you to mop this floor."
"You can't order me to mop! Just look at my hands! These hands are far too beautiful and soft to be dried out by extensive water and soap damage!"
"Mop the floor Kuja!"
"What about my clothes! They'll be ruined by the suds!"
"Mop naked if you wish!"
"You can't make me mop! I absolutely refuse!"
"Really? If that's the case would you rather I let one of my men ram a cattle prod up that cute little rear of yours?"
"You wouldn't dare!" hissed Kuja, his eyes gleamed with fury.
"Reno!"
A man in a dark suit with long garnet colored hair stepped forward wielding a large tazer prod.
"Hah! See there! Your threats are empty! There's no way anything that size could fit up my cute little ass!" taunted Kuja.
"We'll see about that." remarked Reno with a laugh as he approached Kuja. Reno grabbed the collar of Kuja's shirt and held the tazer end of the rod inches from Kuja's face and let Kuja have an up close look at the electricity currents on the tazer's end.
"Sure you wouldn't rather mop?" teased Rufus.
"Mopping sounds good!" piped Kuja just before Reno turned off the tazer and pecked a light kiss of Kuja's cheek.
Kuja was handed a mop and bucket along with a mocking pat on the head by his new 'Master'. Just outside, looking in through a window was Sephiroth who decided it was far more amusing to leave Kuja where he was for the time being than to spoil the fun early.
After a few hours of hazardous mopping in which two vases had been shattered beyond repair; Kuja sat tiredly down on one of the lower steps of the huge staircase to catch a breather.
"Finished already?" inquired Rufus.
"It's clean isn't it."
"My my, aren't we hostile."
"Alright! Enough of this charade, I know you didn't buy me to mop floors. So why don't you drag me up to your chambers and have your way with me along with all of that other stuff and just get it over with?"
"Why would I want to have sex with you?"
…
That did not just happen. Kuja's left eye began to twitch as he stared dumbfounded at Rufus.
"What is wrong with you? Everyone wants to have sex with me! I'm gorgeous! So tell me, am I not good enough for you is that it?" Kuja couldn't comprehend what was happening to him and he began flailing his arms around out of sheer frustration.
"Actually I'm just straight." replied Rufus in a monotone.
"Oh yeah? Then what the hell were you thinking when you went to purchase a male sex slave?"
"The dealer assured me that you were versatile." responded Rufus who was beginning to get annoyed by his over exuberant ill mannered slave.
"Versatile? I'll give you versatile! I am not meant to do manual labor! This is an abomination!" Kuja continued to rant and rave.
"Would it make you feel better if I had my bodyguards take turns screwing you?"
"Absolutely not! My body is a beautiful thing! How dare you suggest I be tainted by your bodyguards!"
Sephiroth heaved a sigh at the scene Kuja was causing, honestly, sometimes the mage really needed to evaluate his priorities.
"I realize you haven't been trained yet so I'll ignore your outbursts this time, but unless you start calling me 'Master' and doing what I tell you to, I'll see to it personally that your pretty tail be chopped off."
"You monster!" hissed Kuja dramatically.
"'Master' or I chop off your tail!" threatened Rufus, his patience was spent.
"M…M…Master…" mumbled Kuja.
"Good boy, now for your next task, I want you to weed the garden outside."
Kuja simply groaned in defeat as he was escorted out to the garden by Reno. As much as Sephiroth was enjoying Kuja's performance, the time had come to rescue his highness and being outside would give Sephiroth the perfect opportunity.
To Be Continued…
*Author's Note: Hah! Another swift update, I'm on a roll. ^_^ Will Sephiroth be able to rescue Kuja before he breaks a nail? Where is Ansem? Where is Riku? All that and more in the next chapter. Also, I appreciate everyone who reads my story and reviews me. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.