This is the revised version of chapter three. This will be new but most I kept. All I did was strip it of the religious talk. I know some of you might be... aggravated by this new thing but I did not take the Yaoi out, be assured. I just hope the people will now be happy. I revised for everyone to be happy, k? Read on to see what changes I've made.
The current reviews will be placed in the fourth chapter. I have gotten plenty of reviews lately and I might decide that I might not stop the story until I reach a hundred...
Warnings- Yaoi, Abuse, Slavery, and other things that may not be for certain people. If you are uncomfortable with these topics, I strongly advise you to click on the 'Back' button on the top of your screen and go back to the previous page.
Kingdom Hearts' characters do not belong to me, but they are possessions of Squaresoft and Disney.
-This chapter has been revised.-
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"Servants, Obey Thy Master"
Chapter Three: Midnight Air
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It had been a slow week for Sora...
The friend he come to cherish had more scars each time he brought in breakfast in the mornings when he awoke just because of him. He had forced Riku to eat about two days ago after he noticed painfully the skinny arm of the pale teen. Though Riku was muscular, even he needed food to show the muscles. The silver-haired boy was still not allowed any food, even though Sora snuck it into Riku's hands when possible. It was forbidden for one to give food to a servant when they were restricted from the luxury, but Sora gave Riku what he need as he saw fit. Though Riku received jealous glares and angry sneers, Sora gave the elder the emotional support needed. However, the pale teen seemed to keep his own in harsh times and when discrimination was placed against him. He kept his cool and had a placid expression on his face each time he was given a crude remark.
Quietly, Sora opened the door to where the servants slept after a day's work and poked his head inside. Whispering for a person to come forth, he stepped out of the way for a taller man to exit. Sora held the candle higher to show his face glow in the night air. To the taller male's vision, he noticed Sora was in silk garments stitched and sewn together with the same care a mother would have for her newborn child. It shaped Sora's upper figure perfectly in an array of blue and white silken cloth. The lower part had a skirt-like flare to it that hung loosely around the prince's legs and trailed behind him. Nestled around the heir's forehead was a headband crafted of the finest silver and jewels that shone in the soft flicker of the fire on the candle and he was smiling sweetly.
"Good Evening, Riku..."
Riku chuckled before turning fully to his prince. They had decided yesterday that Riku would come with Sora out somewhere every night and discuss of Riku's childhood and Sora's past. "I'd like to know more about your home... It sounds lovely..." But that conversation had been about two days ago and Riku couldn't even remember what the food he ate this afternoon was. Unfortunately, Riku had that 'problem' ever since he was a child.
He remembered vaguely of what his father looked like since it had been so long ago that Riku had gazed on the stern and calloused face of his own father. But strangely, he remembered his mother as if she were standing in front of him right then, smiling at her son in the kindest manner possible.
"So... where are we going?"
Sora turned his backside to Riku before speaking over his shoulder in a way to bode the silver-haired boy to follow. They walked through several corridors before reaching a large wooden door that looked eerily similar to the one that Riku had walked through the first day he was brought to the castle he was currently in. "We're going out into the gardens... It'll be quiet there..." Sora stated softly before pushing the door open and stepping out into the chilly midnight. Riku trailed Sora's steps before stopping and awing at the beauty the garden had. Moonbeams cascaded on the streams that flowed around the arrangements of flowers and trees like tiny waterfalls. There were stone statues of previous queens and princesses erected on the protective wall surrounding the sitting area Sora was setting up. White petals had fallen off of the flowers nearest Sora and had given the prince an unearthly glow that Riku swore no one could mimic. The light from the moon added to the aurora that emitted from the lithe frame Riku had 'lusted' over ever since he laid eyes on the ever-personality-changing child. The pale elder had visions of Sora cuddled up in his strong arms, cooing tenderly as he napped. Sora was so naïve and innocent he couldn't help but have fluffy dreams of the sable-haired youth in his embrace and his lips kissing the velvet ones below him. It drove him mad really...
"Sit down Riku, and we will begin," Sora whispered gently, coaxing Riku as if he were a child waiting for its bedtime story. It inflamed the elder slightly before quelling itself back into the trenches of Riku's body. He began to sit down on the quilt Sora had laid out for them to have their classes. Riku guessed that Sora had come out earlier and put the blanket down... along with the deserts of chocolate and fruit that was sitting in silver bowls to their right. Sora had opened the book soundlessly as Riku eyed the yummy looking chocolate-covered strawberries. "Tell me Riku... how was your day? I didn't see you for very long..." he spoke as he turned his head and noticed the silver-haired male drool over the sweets. "I brought them out because I knew you hadn't eaten much since breakfast," the chestnut-haired youth announced and suddenly he saw a bowl in the elder's hands, a grin of pleasure marking him mischievously. The prince rolled his eyes at the peasant and giggled as if he were looking at a new puppy playing with a toy ball.
"I had to go and clean the lower levels and a few rooms..."
'Lower Levels...?' Sora thought with dread and concern, shivering slightly. He had remembered from his younger years the pain and anguish that occurred in that certain room on that certain level. Painful screeches and yells of 'Stop, please' came upon Sora in a chilling manner, making the heir forget his current place in the gardens. He shivered perpetually, eyes wide and hazed with the stupor of terrifying reminiscence. He clenched and unclenched his fist in fear that Riku would be stripped away from him just to feel the whips and horrid feeling of being violated when he had done nothing wrong.
"Why did you go down there?!" Sora almost yelled, unable to hold in the curiosity much longer, knowing that somewhere inside that the elder would be subject of such torture.... and the prince wanted to stop that threat completely. If he could get Riku to neglect the orders given to him, he wouldn't go down there.
But then... he would be sent down there anyway for his disobedience. "Why shouldn't I go down there, considering that if I don't, I'll be slashed up a bit more," Riku answered, not seeing the truth in Sora's soul-piercing gaze. Sora looked shock in hearing his reply as he brought a trembling hand to his face. Then, he placed all emotions put aside... leaving only one which glowed vibrantly in his cerulean orbs. "Haven't you ever thought of what might go on behind the castle doors and stone walls? Don't you care what they can do to you?!" Sora yelled, asking a 'senseless' question to Riku. However, this remark began to turn gears in the silver-haired male's mind. What really went on where he was not permitted to go? Was there a threat down in the lower levels? But, Riku being Riku, replied in a sense that only made the situation worse. "So what if I don't!? And personally, I really don't care!" "How can you say that-!" There was a loud smack that echoed throughout the gardens in a spiteful occurrence. Sora sat paralyzed, a red bruise where he had been slapped. Riku huffed angrily before crossing his arms in front of his chest in a fit as he turned away slightly. Sora deserved that one...
And there was silence...
It was a formidable quietness that sent chilling ice strings throughout Riku's blood. It froze the running blood and became red ice, no longer flowing correctly. How could someone like the heir be so... tacit? For all he had known about Sora- which was about a week- he had never known him to be one; easily infuriated, and two; speechless. There was a small sniff from the young boy, and Riku felt his heart break like glass falling on concrete. He had hurt Sora intentionally. Sora was just trying to tell him that there was more to the kingdom than there seemed and what did he do!? He yelled at Sora's fear and slapped him! He made a mark on Sora's lovely face! All because he had chewed the frantic jeers up and spitted them out just before he even got into what Sora was truly saying. Slowly, the soft whispers of the prince tore through the elder's thoughts. He tilted his head to find the lithe hand caressing the red cheek where Sora had been slapped.
"I hate being here.... Confined to all that I don't know. But I know this... I care about what goes on within my own home. Dear me, I don't even know the first bit of history in my lineage. But I know this, Riku.... I care about more than you think I do..."
Sweet... and yet bitter, Riku thought. It had every sense of beauty, and yet the sniffs and cracks in the prince's angelic voice disfigured it. And it was his entire fault. "... I know..." Riku rasped reluctantly. He heard a small shuffle before silence reigned over them forevermore. Gently, Riku felt the weight of Sora pressed up against his back, embracing him as Sora wrapped his arms around Riku's waist. "Thank you for listening..." Sora choked mildly, rubbing his head in the back of the servant. Liquid soaked through the shirt and onto the wounded back of the older male. It soothed the heated ache of the scars that were inflicted upon him that entire week. Riku enjoyed it profoundly and couldn't help but lean closer to the cool tears from the sapphire eyes crying behind him. A split personality... That was Sora. Complex... and yet so simple...
Turning, Riku pulled the sobbing seraph into his lap and started to hush him as if he were a child. But in a strange and uncanny sense, Sora was a child. Sora had so many emotions muddled up inside of him that he didn't know when to be what. Sadly, right now Sora knew exactly what to be; hurt and melancholic. There was a light gray haze in his eyes as misery swept through the child's body like a tidal wave, drowning every thing in sight. It was sad, really... seeing the consequence of his actions. 'I'm so sorry...'
"But I care about you, Riku... I care about you more than I can tell..."
Sora's speech had caught him off guard. He... cared about him!? How... and why? Sora would actually care about someone who, according to the King and his followers, was lower than he was. The other half of Riku's brain was not as surprised; Sora was just the type of person to pour his heart out into the people who would have meant less to others... It made the elder want to join Sora in his tears... But Riku had learned long ago that tears were a sign of weakness and under no circumstances were others to witness that flaw. None whatsoever...
"... I care about you too, Sora..." he purred and began to stroke those fluffy cinnamon tresses that fascinated Riku highly. So soft and so satin like... wonderful just to the lightly touch... It brought tranquillity to the two and unspoken was their worry for one another. But Riku knew that it wouldn't be long until something happened between them... something that would slap Sora harder than his... not literally, anyway. It would be a cold slap, nonetheless... etched with the evil truths and pains of reality and its wicked ways. But as long as Riku was allowed the privilege of watching the young heir, he vowed that he would protect his sweet heavenly spirit as long as he could...
That would be awhile.... or at least... he hoped.
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Anyway, I know that most of you reading this are having a fun time knowing that I changed this in benefit of certain views. Remember, this is a revised version. That's all and I am working on the fourth chapter. However, I have a question for each and every one of you; Should I boost the rating up on this story? I mean, they are becoming more intimate with each other and I mean... Riku's seventeen. Hopefully, my fear of cussing in a story will disappear in this story and hopefully I can add more than just a fluff kiss or something.... Anyway, I hope you are all happy and if you aren't, just say so. I revised in light of the fact that some people were not comfortable in reading the religion. Okay? Okay.
Another question: do I keep the original chapters up? Please answer in reviews.
