:AN: Hmmm… Wow, some reviews from different people. This is a first. I am much surprised. Yep. And sorry about the overuse of certain words… I am aware that I tend to repeat the same words over and over forever. It would greatly help if maybe I edited a little. It's a fault and I am greatly sorry.
Actually. I just kind of edited all of my previous chapters… not that you can call it editing… but I didn't notice an obvious overuse of the word "tenderly". Nevertheless I cut it out the few times I found it to make some anonymous reviewer happy. And I promise that I will not use tenderly once in this chapter… Well, maybe once. Though, I didn't plan on it. If anything, you should be complaining about my overuse of words such as "tainted" or "innocent". I use innocent a lot… Well, it's a nice word and I like it. I don't have a particular fondness for the word "tenderly" or "tender". It reminds me of meat… ew. Tender. It's used once in chapter 1, once in chapter 2, never in chapter 3, twice in chapter 4, once in chapter 5, once in chapter 6, and never in chapter 7. OCD? Perchance. I'm sorry. Well anyway, I hope that will do. I just also hope that I didn't replace them with words that I also use in excess… Oh well. I don't want to keep you from reading this "wonderful" chapter.
Sin's Remorse
Chapter eight
He sat in a dark room, his soft brown hair falling gently before his faded blue eyes. The cement floor was cold; it seeped through his skin yet he seemed not to care. He had long since grown accustomed to this bitter place. The air didn't sting as hard anymore against his skin and the darkness didn't seem to bother him. He leaned back against an equally chilling cement wall, resting his head on the heard surface. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He was lost deep in thought, so deep that he couldn't think.
"Sora!" came a quick and sharp voice from the darkness. Sora shot up, sitting so straight that it looked painful. He stared up, but didn't see anything but the dark room in which he sat.
"What do you want?" he questioned harshly. He brought his knees up to his chest and rested his chin atop his arms.
"You seem a mess, what could possibly be bothering you?" questioned the voice in biting sarcasm. Sora glared at the darkness and grunted lightly. "Would you like anything? I have toast, would you like some toast?"
"Leave me alone," Sora sighed in a depressed whisper. He turned his gaze over to a darkened wall and stared through it in sorrow.
"It's very good toast, I put some cinnamon on it. You like cinnamon, Sora, don't you?" the voice questioned in a light tone. "I for-"
"No, I do not like cinnamon," Sora stated flatly.
"Oh… oh yes, I remember it now. That time whe-"
"Go away!" Sora shouted as he bolted his head up and glared harder into the darkness of the room. A figure slowly began to appear from the shadows just as if a shield of invisibility had dissolved around her. She had medium length blonde hair and dark black eyes. She stared down at Sora in surprise.
"Whell, don't we have a temper today, Mr. Sora?" she spoke, crossing her arms before her chest. She wore what looked like a long black cloak, a short black skirt and a pair of black boots that laced up to her knees. Her layered hair fell down before her face and spilled over her shoulders as she looked down in almost amusement. Sora glared at her and shook his head.
"Why must you insist on making my life nothing short of hell every second you get the chance to?" Sora questioned. "Haven't you had all your fun yet?" he wavered as she sent him a sly grin.
"Oh, Sora… little naïve Sora… Still so young," she smiled lightly. "Still so very much to learn," she shook her head.
"I just want to be alone… Why can't you just leave me alone!" Sora shouted.
"Aw, don't get youwself awl worked up now, I'm only twying to bwing a wittle darkness to your day," she stated in a mock pout. Sora sighed.
"Would you stop treating me like a child?" Sora exclaimed. She smiled.
"Only when you stop acting like one," she replied. She placed her hands on her hips and stared at him. "Why can't you be more like your friend Riku? He's such a good boy." Sora glared at her.
"If anything he's the one acting like a child! What the hell have done that can even be considered close to childish?" Sora shouted. She thought about it and fell silent. "See! You can't even think of one,"
"Must I remind you who I am, Sora! I do not need your slander!" she shouted. Sora backed off slightly. "Look at you now! Drowning in your own pathetic sorrow. You are crying for solace!"
"I am not crying!" Sora exclaimed. She smiled slyly.
"You are not crying…" she mimicked lightly in disgust. "You are not crying! You're right, you are not crying! You are denying is what you are doing!" she shouted.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Sora questioned in an angry whisper. She snorted slightly.
"That's right, you are denying. Your new little friend there, what's her name?" she put a finger to her chin in ponderous thought. Sora glared at her with all the anger he could muster. "Ah yes, Kairi. He he he, that pathetic excuse for a girl-"
"Stop it," Sora hissed as she threw him a grin.
"She's too chaste, too pure. The darkness will consume her, Sora. It's already beginning… She'll surely die. I'll give her a week, two at the most," she spoke.
"Shut-up! Just shut-up!" Sora exclaimed.
"That's what I'm talking about, you won't except it, Sora! The darkness likes pure hearts. She is completely unflawed," she smiled. "In fact, I have not seen a heart that pure… Oh wait, I have once before… yes…" she smiled satanically. Sora glared at her so intensely that it hurt his head. He slowly rose to his feet and rested his back against the wall as she approached him.
"One heart… so pure, heh, so untainted," she spoke softly as she looked up into Sora's eyes, past his eyes. She ran a hand tenderly down his jaw. "You remember it, don't you? That little boy, about 15 years old…" she smiled menacingly as Sora found an uncontrollable emotion well up in his eyes.
"The poor thing was not used to so much sorrow, so much unchaste emotions. Yes, you must remember, I can see it in your eyes," she laughed lightly as she stepped even closer. "He would have died… It was too much, too soon, too fast. A human heart can only take so much darkness. And that anguish cannot resist the temptation to take over… it desires the pure innocence only a completely untainted heart can provide. "You were so naïve…"
"Shut the hell up!" Sora exclaimed as forgotten memories tore at his heart. He held back the tears, he was stronger now. She sighed and smiled as Sora turned his face away from her.
"She's just like you were, Sora… Just like you," she smiled wickedly. "I couldn't just stand around and watch the darkness take over you like that, you would have died within a few days. I had to do something," Sora bit his lip and let out a soft sob. He closed his eyes sharply and held the wall for support, trying to get his body as far away from hers as possible. "And I- we did do something, didn't we Sora? We fixed you," she smiled lightly as she ran her hand down Sora's neck.
"Fix me?" Sora spat in outrage. "Hardly!"
"Heh, come on Sora. You can't deny it… You know you like it. A small fraction of you longs endlessly for errant temptation. You passionately desire this sin, you know you do, deep down you are just like the rest of us," she smiled evilly.
"No, No! I am not like you! I would have gone, I would have died!" Sora exclaimed.
"Heh, I gave you a choice, Sora," he glared down at her, staring daggers into her eyes. He denied it, he refused to accept it, but she was right.
"Mira?" Came a dark and all too familiar voice from the shadows. The two of them turned around to meet an all too equally familiar figure approaching.
"Not now Riku, I'm teaching little Sora a lesson I though he learned a long time ago," Mira replied. "Anyway… You see Sora; your little friend has a choice as well. She can choose to die-"
"Kairi is not going to die!" Sora exclaimed in anger. Mira grinned in satanic pleasure.
"Then you know what you have to do Sora, you know it's the only way," Mira smiled. Sora looked over at Riku, he smirked as well. That's when Sora felt it; Riku was no longer on his side. Never again would they be friends, never again. He stood there, looking at both of them. It was no longer fair. Everything was against him, more than it ever had been before. He was powerless, he was weak.
"No…" Sora mumbled lightly. He looked down at Mira as the smile faded from her face.
"You'll allow her to suffer, to drown helplessly in darkness?" she questioned in unimagined doubt.
"She can't, she won't suffer!" Sora exclaimed.
"Ha ha ha, still you have learned nothing! You're such an insolent child!" Mira spat in laughter. "You've lived it Sora, you know how it feels. It will be ten times worse for her because she is weak!"
"She's not weak!" Sora exclaimed.
"You are mistaken my boy, oh, you are mistaken," Mira exclaimed in utter amusement.
"I won't do it! I can't do that to her," Sora hissed.
"Then the girl shall die!" Mira proclaimed in annoyed enjoyment.
"She won't die!" Sora yelled in reply. He broke, tears of anger welled within his eyes. Riku cleared his throat.
"She is only important to us if she stays alive. If she dies, then we will have no use for her," Riku stated.
"She is of little use anyway. Nothing but a pathetic girl,"
"Don't say that!" Sora shouted. "If you have little use for her than I must be of no use at all!"
"Oh no, the contrary me dear Sora, you are plenty useful. Your power is undeniable. Heck, you could destroy the world if you so desired!" Mira announced. "You're just too naïve to understand how to use your force. You're still too consumed in childish nonsense to realize what a use you truly are," she explained.
"Oh, yes, that's right. I'm your fucking toy! You enjoy that, don't you?" Sora exclaimed.
"Actually, I wouldn't say toy… Toy's are for children. You're more of, a, um… device with which to entertain myself," she smiled.
"You only want me so that you can control me, to take over the world for you," Sora spoke.
"Oh Sora, Sora, Sora, Sora… That was my father who wanted to take over the world, remember? Not me. I just want to make you happy. I don't want you to live out in a cruel, harsh world where you were so vulnerable to breakage. Here, you will never die! I want to show the world how great darkness can be when it controls your life. You don't feel pain; you don't feel sorrow-" Mira spoke happily.
"That's not it at all! You drain us, you kill us! What is a human who doesn't feel, who is completely numb! I still feel pain, Mira! I still feel sorrow, I'm just so accustomed to it that it feels right!" Sora exclaimed as his voice broke. He glared at her as he sank back down to his knees. Mira eyed him and frowned. She kneeled down before him and grasped his shoulders tightly. He turned his gaze away from her as she spoke in a hushed whisper.
"Imagine being born that way, being born like Riku is now. Never knowing pain, never experiencing anguish, never suffering. It would be a better world, Sora. You'd never cry or be sad-"
"There'd be no compassion! No one would love!" Sora exclaimed as tears welled again in his faded sapphire eyes. "You wouldn't feel pain, you wouldn't feel anything! There would be nothing but hate! That's what darkness teaches you, it teaches you how to hate!"
"You don't understand, I'd be creating a world where no one have to suffer! Imagine your life if you never felt remorse." They both fell silent as a tear ran down Sora's face.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe that's what makes us human? What other creature is capable of our spectrum of emotions! There is nothing stronger than the bond between two human beings, whether it be love, or friendship, or just compassion, pure and simple. You'd be tearing apart the entire meaning of eternity! Where would life be? Where would adventure go? What would be the point of living if one's life was simply a large void of numb hatred?" they both fell silent again, the only sound coming from Sora's jagged breaths. He quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and held his composure.
"And what, now, is the point of living… When we are only living to die?" Mira questioned in a harsh whisper. She gave Sora one long, sharp look and bolted back to her feet. Sora glared down at the cold, hard cement floor and bit his lip. "I didn't let you die, Sora. I could have let you die. Just remember that," she spoke lowly. "There is compassion in my hollow heart."
"You have no heart." Sora hissed beneath his breath. Mira flooded with anger. She suddenly took Sora by the neck and raised him up against the cement wall. His feet dangled a few inches from the ground as she choked him. He quickly grabbed her wrists, unable to think of a logical way to tear her away from him.
"You forget who I am," she stated in an angry whisper as she glared up at him, flames in her black eyes. He tried to shake his head. "Your stupid little friend will not die, you can be certain of that," she breathed in a low, angry tone. "Riku can have her… I'll allow him to taint her innocence," she gave him a hateful grin that faded quickly. Warm tears leaked from Sora's eyes as he struggled to breath.
"No," he exclaimed in a muted whisper. He fought against her grasp, but was powerless to resist her.
"Then you will," Mira stated in an almost satisfied tone. Sora did not reply and felt her grip tighten around his throat. "You will die right now, Sora. I will kill you!" Sora bit his lip and pretended his wasn't listening. "She only came here for you, Sora… That's the only reason she is here. If I kill you, than-"
"Fine," Sora exclaimed in a soft, raspy tone, not able to speak. Mira cocked her head to one side.
"What was that?" she questioned lightly, looking into Sora's wet and angry eyes.
"I'll do it! I swear… I'll do it," Sora choked. Mira dropped him with a satisfied grin as he crashed against the hard cement. She crossed her arms and stared down at him in pitiless content.
"Good boy," she spoke lightly as she turned to Riku. He smiled at her and followed as she began to walk away.
Sora reached his hand up to his head and rubbed at it aggressively. He closed his eyes and wiped the tears from his red face. He glared at the darkened room; he glared so hard that his head hurt. He bit his lip and sat there, never wanting to open his eyes again. Wishing that maybe he'd wake up and find he was at his own island, his own home, his own room. He wished, more than anything else, to be fourteen again. To rewrite his fate, to repave his destiny. He didn't want this anymore. He didn't enjoy watching his life slowly slip away, but it killed him to know that he'd have to watch hers, Kairi's. He couldn't do it. He wasn't strong enough to handle it. He was weak. Nothing but weak.
:AN: Woot, that was a loooong one. Sorry if it's a little confusing. I've been playing with ideas. I have no idea where the secondary plot is going… I'm not good at creative stuff, only slightly cliché emotional crap. It's my forte:) Well, if this chapter was too… meh for ya, the next should be less meh… can't wait! Well, see yas in chappie nine! WoW. . . . n-i-n-e. Tee hee.
Oh, and thanks toALL of my reviewers. There are too many now. Sad, when, like, five is too many. Anyway, I like reviewers. But I also like twinkies and strawberry-banana smoothies. SO, instead of sending yer kind reviews...ha ha. jk lol. always wanted to do that. Ignore me, my brain has yet to waken.