Yay! I started a new chappie! ... I had to. That little Calm Depths or whatever it's called in Atlantica had been giving me a hard time. T_T I took me four TIMES to beat Ursula! UGH! I finally beat it I'm at Hollow Bastion... Nonetheless, reviewer Princess of Mirrors brought up an interesting point; I don't expand beyond the boundaries of just Riku and Sora's moments together. I have to 'interact with the environment' more. I will try and make further chapters longer and more in depth.
Also, about the rating. I began wondering if I should boost it up or not, considering that I won't do a lemon or will I do a heavy lime, so probably won't change it. I'm not used to it. Most fluffiness will stay.
Reviewers were Princess of Mirrors, Kairi099, Kingdom*Hearts309, Promise, Rinoki Rio, and VampssAmby10210. Thank you!!!!
Warnings- Yaoi, Abuse, Slavery, and etcetera.... etcetera...
Riku, Sora, and other characters pertaining to the game are owned by Disney and Squaresoft.
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Servants, Obey Thy Masters
Chapter Five: Mother
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For some reason, Sora found himself outside in the gardens that night, lying under that large ebony blanket of stars and the moon. Beside him was the gentle flow of a small creek along with the night life chirping and sounding out their bittersweet lullaby for the night zephyr blowing and tangling in his fluffy hair, like a mother's caress... Sighing wistfully, he turned onto his side and snorted at a rather large leaf that had fallen on his cheek. Brushing it off, he went back into his state of silence and stupor towards the world of peace around him, only to find another leaf fall on his cheek. Aggravated, he glared upwards towards the tree towering above him only to find a familiar face.
"Good Evening, my prince..."
"Oh, hush, Riku..."
Riku flopped down beside the heir with a rustle of the grass and leaned back onto his pale elbows. Silence quieted him before an eerie ambiance entered Riku's thoughts. He hadn't noticed that Sora was acting out of the ordinary until he had pinned the elder down earlier... but then... Sora had been summoned by his father later that afternoon and went back to the room, only to look crestfallen. It was as if Sora were taken over by the most antagonistic person in the land, considering the tiny fact that Sora didn't eat any supper or do anything else but sit on his bed, staring forward in a saddened daze that could not be penetrated by Riku's voice. Legs drawn up to his chest and arms hugging them tightly, as if they were going to disappear... that was the position Sora had stayed for an hour or two before going out the large, oak doors and out into the fresh wind and warmth of the night.
"Is something wrong...?"
"..."
Sora didn't open his mouth to begin a sentence, nor did he bawl out crying like Riku had expected him to countless times. Seemingly enough, Sora was acting more... mature about whatever the trouble was in the heir's life. It seemed important enough to be something to be concerned about, but how could Riku give an ounce of remorse when he had no idea what was eating Sora inside and out? "Sora... if you don't tell me... I can't help..." Riku whispered as he laid behind Sora and drew the younger into a hug, stroking the brown tresses with a lover's ease. Sora, however, remained quiet, which greatly annoyed Riku to no end. If the seraph child wouldn't let him help, he could just force it out. But for some odd, manipulative reason, the silver-haired teen couldn't find it in his strength to force anything out of the core of his desire. Pulling the child-like teen closer, Riku tilted the other's head towards his sight with upper hand and caressed the skin with his gloved thumb. "Sora, I-"
"What is your mother like?"
Riku was taken aback, unable to see the point in asking such a... far of question about his mother. Then again... Riku had never heard anything about a queen in the castle, which greatly troubled the elder when he thought about the subject, but he pushed it off to the side, seeing it nothing more than an inferior reason to stop his duties. Like running away from the guards that were after him because Sora wanted a snack a little bit too late and poor Riku was subjected to Sora's soft purrs and whimpers of yearning for something sweet. Or try NOT to get beaten while dusting off the statues just a little ways from Sora's room, who, at the time, was snuggled warmly in the bed. It was too early in the morning for Riku to begin his responsibilities with the prince.
Maybe Sora had asked because the queen was fatefully ill or something of the such. That would explain the reason why Sora was so distant from the subject known as 'Mother'...
But what if...
Sora had never had a motherly figure... What if something had happened... something tragic? Like the mother was a traitor and was killed before his very eyes? Or maybe... 'No... that couldn't have happened...! Sora's mother just can't be dead! I mean, how did he get so... girlie if he didn't have a mother to set back on?' Riku thought as Sora began to coo to Riku's sweet caress. Riku placed his attention back to the gray-hazed child and smiled sadly. He had to answer... if not, then Sora would think something was wrong with him instead. Oh, well... 'Here goes nothing...' "My mother is like any mother, I suppose... She nursed me and raised me to be what I am..." Riku couldn't help but slap himself mentally at his reply, knowing full well that answer wouldn't satisfy the heir. And he got his spite quite quickly. "What is every mother like, then...?"
'Damn.'
Riku had just blown it; he had told Sora that his mother was like any mother when she wasn't. Riku remembered smelling spices and herbs cooking deliciously cooking in the kitchen every night he and his father had come home from fishing when he was old enough to do the job. He remembered when he was a child how when he fell or cut himself that a kiss, a hug, and the kneading hands of a mother was all it took to stop the pain. Then, his mother would rock him to sleep, humming a lullaby to soothe him to sleep...
Oh, how he missed those days...
Now, however, he found himself without his mother's comfort or his father's encouragement. Now he was brutally forced to do another's bidding, even though the other thought he was perfectly capable of doing it himself. Sora had told him himself how much he hated being pampered. "It's like... not being able to go outside. Your cooped up in a place you don't want to be in... As much as you want to go out and play, you can't because your forced to do something you don't want to do." Sora had said that... Now if only everyone in a royal family thought that way, the world would be such a better place.
"Well?"
Sora was getting impatient, that was easy to tell. The prince had never lost his temper, but when certain things the curious young mind of Sora wanted to know pertained to the quickness of the answer, it tends to get annoying. First; Sora, from what Riku had theorized by the way this conversation was going, had never felt a mother's influence. Second; Sora wanted to know the basics obviously. It were as if he were going to have a child... which would have been a bad thing if that were possible and somehow, some way, Riku turned out to be the father. That would be... bad... But... good in a severely perverted way.
Riku gave a huffed sigh before beginning his conjured up tales of the aspects of mothers. He opened his mouth to say the words he had picked out and Sora's lithe body curled up to him more. "Most mothers... love their children more than anything else. They kiss scraps after you fall and they sing you to sleep while rocking you back and forth in their arms... and sometimes they read you stories about knights and princesses falling in love... And-"
"But what about stories of knights and princes falling in love? Do they tell you those?"
That... had been unexpected... Riku just laid there, a dumbfounded expression on his pale features. Knights... and princes? As long as Riku could remember, his mother and all the other mothers he knew only told adventures of knights in shining armor rescuing a damsel in distress from some perpetual evil that threatened all. In other words, Sora's curiosity had struck a nerve in the elder that brought forth a strange... warmth in the pit of his chest. However, this warmth was familiar to the silver-haired male. Everytime Sora did something to imply love or perform an act so adorable like pouting when Riku stole one of his strawberries, that warmth came back stronger than the last time. It... liked to speak of Sora in a strange way. It spoke of him in a forbidden sense that Riku knew would be criticized and loathed at but... it spoke of the heir as a lover...
"I'm not sure... but they also bake cookies... but why do you want to know about mothers so much?" Riku had gotten this far without screwing things up and he was planning on keeping it that way. Sora was obviously considering the 'Mother' subject an important part of his life and if Riku said one word off key, it could cost him Sora's happiness... Riku was about to say something about Sora's surprising silence and distance to answer the question right away when Sora said those dreadful words that confirmed his suspicions.
"My mother died while giving birth to me..."
Sora's fluffy chocolate-brown hair moved, indicating he was hiding his face in shame and his shoulders wracked with his soft sobs. This laid heavily on both of the teens, seeing as how Riku had a mother and Sora had no such thing. It was a blessing to Riku... he had never noticed until that moment how lucky he was to have parents that loved and comforted him throughout life but Sora... Sora was plagued with loneliness, never having the heat of a motherly embrace wrap around him when he wanted a hug or encouraging words from his own father. It was... breathtaking, but in a mournful way... it dawned on Riku why Sora didn't like the whippings he undertook while doing anonymous duties around the castle... because one day... it might go too far...
Riku shuddered coldly as he imagined the tear-stained cheeks of Sora watching his own blood pool around him... guards cackling maliciously in the background as they looked at the pathetic sight of their prince crying over a mere slave... all because of those beatings... Riku then growled, noting how the guards had increased their violence upon him. If only he could take one of their whips and give them a taste of their own medicine... then they would see the pain the servants had to go through...
"R-riku...?"
"Yeah?" Riku answered, holding the sobbing wreck of the prince close to him, stroking his hair idly as a way to coax the words that stuttered out of the heir's lips. Sora's big oceanic eyes pierced his in a matter of seconds and more tears welled out onto his round and reddened cheeks. It broke his heart to see his precious seraph Sora going through such a depressing ordeal. But then again... what was life about anyway? Wasn't it about killing almost every light of hope you had when you had it? Life wasn't it fair at all... and Riku wanted to change that for Sora's sake.
"You do know father never kept his promise of keeping the others from your island here... don't you?" Sora whispered quietly, hoping Riku wouldn't lash out like that time one of the royal dogs had jumped him and Riku almost killed it for causing a small bruise on his chest... it wasn't that bad... but there was a few punishments for the elder later that night... Sora cringed gently at the scars still evident on the lovely face of Riku.
Riku sighed, leaning his down softly to kiss Sora's forehead in a small reverence. "I guessed that... and I never even got to tell my parents good-bye... oh, well... they can manage better without my mouth to feed..." Riku replied before taking his place again. The youngest of the two laid his head on the muscular shoulder of his companion, his own hair tickling him slightly. He then brought together his eyebrows, not understanding how Riku could say that with almost no remorse. "How can you say that?"
"Because... I just can't show emotions to that sort of thing in a way... besides, I like being here with you..."
Sora's eyes glittered in the moonlight that bathed his heavenly body and a small, genuine smile traced the pink lips almost motionlessly. Riku couldn't help but smile back, knowing he had done well in his explanation. "Thank you..."
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Riku walked the stone corridors of the kingdom until he met the door where he resided in at night, opening the door enough to slip in. He sighed, relieved that he was safe from being caught by any of the demons known as the guards that stood watch outside. He proceeded towards the small makeshift bed in the corner when he heard a soft, mischievous chuckle in the dark behind him. "Think you got away past curfew... didn't you, slave?"
The teen shuddered at the evil crevices around him and he spun around when the figure approached him. A whip in one hand and a gag in the other and the kingdom crest emblazoned on the breastplate showed the guard in charge of 'disciplining' Riku when he wasn't obedient. The boy began to back away, knowing what would come next... "Y-you can't though! I was with Prince Sora the whole time!" Riku retorted in his own innocence, knowing it would do nothing but stall the guard for a time. Unfortunately, the taller man saw through his little 'lie', which of course wasn't one, and laughed as if he were insane. "What proof do you have?"
Riku's eyes widened when he noted with alarms ringing in his head that he couldn't testify. He cringed back, clutching his eyes closed tightly and waiting for the onslaught of torture that he would receive.
"I have none..."
"That's what I thought."
Riku screamed as the leather tore through his skin, leaving a bloody mark trailing down his arm. The guard chuckled inwardly once more and the gag he had in his hand was wrapped around Riku mouth and a second he pulled out of his small belt bag tied the servant's mouth. "Now, now... we can't have you screaming so loud... considering the innocent, little prince we have sleeping upstairs..."
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'They found him...'
Sora sniffed before wiping his eyes with the back of his small hand in a grieving requiem for Riku, whose scream could have been heard throughout the entire castle. Sora had known they would find him... but did he try to persuade Riku in sleeping in his bedroom where he would have been safe? 'I could have protected him in here a lot better than I could done there...' Another sniff and Sora flopped down onto the softness of the bed and began to wail in melancholy. He hated knowing his friend was being beaten all because of him... just like his mother had died... It was all his fault...
"You were the death of your own mother... now you will be the death of him..."
Sora screamed out at the voice, gasping for air at the fear he felt pouring in his chest and mind. He had heard that wretched voice before and he knew its purpose. He had heard countless times before and only now was he listening to its rants of deaths being on his account. He knew it was telling the truth... and if it wasn't, then he didn't know what the truth was anymore.
But how could he redeem himself for such awful sins? How could he make the anguish of knowing he was be the sole reason someone he cared for dying? Sora sat up, tears still flowing and his breath erratic. He looked over to the dresser and threw the covers off in an attempt to reach the object he wanted so badly. Lifting it up, he heard that voice speak to him again, whispering of a self-brought demise.
"Strike yourself with it! Purify yourself by giving your life!"
Raising the small knife Riku had had in pocket days before, he convulsed, gulping as much air as he could and tears pouring like small waterfalls. "Oh, Riku... I'm so sorry... I... won't be able to tell you..." He stopped, looking at himself in the mirror once before whispering out his devotion.
"I won't be able to tell you how much I... I..."
"Do it!"
His hands brought the knife down into his own chest and Sora fell onto the ground with a thud. His deep azure eyes were hazing over and he began to choke up his own sanguine. He clutched the white hem of the thrown-off quilt beside him and waited for the end to come. "I-I... love... y-you, Riku..."
The last thing Sora heard was a door opening and a scream, no doubt his name being called.
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Sorry this chapter took so long. I got sick and tired of being lazy and not having it done that I just sped through it and left a lot of 'detail', I guess, out of the context. Anyway, I revised the first chapter. I noticed that I wasn't following that chapter right and I decided to change the way the conversation with Riku and the guard went. But nonetheless, I will get another chapter up soon.
But more importantly... My Birthday is coming up! YAY!!!! In only a few short days, I shall be older! HAHAHA!
Ahem. Sorry about that. ^__^ Hope you liked this chapter!
