Guess who's ba-ack! It's moi with a sequel! ::claps:: I'm back, ready to type, and also no longer in trouble. (Woo-hoo!) Anyway, since I promised I would take requests from animeangel and cassidy dell, I must uphold the request of a sequel. This, however, is one-shot... at least I hope. It'll be long, hopefully. Anyway, where were we last time... oh, yeah!
Reviews probably tripled in e-mails since I ended 'Servants, Obey Thy Masters'. I remember opening my e-mail at my cousin's and whoosh, there at least ten! I think... I can't remember exactly. Nonetheless, I am going to give the names of those who have graciously told I did a wonderful job!
-VampssAmby10210, goggle head girl, greyspark (Um, was that a flame or a review? I'm just wondering...), Rinoki Rio, chibi chidori 16, Ayekami (I am thinking of the children... I think...), AkaiUsagi, Promise, Riku's gurl, roy lover, Ickis Krumm, and, of course, cassidy dell. Also, yaminakathy has sent a review. Thanks!
I noticed that I haven't gotten a single flame for this story, but at the end of it all, everyone was either 1)crying or 2) cussing about what just happened. Don't get me wrong; Cuss all you like. I think it builds up emotion. And-... I better not continue.
Random (Yay!): -imagine strange Childish and Angry Japanese Accent- Sylvesta! I know you be out there! I shall torture you in new, and strange different ways! For, I, one day in the near future, shall take the title as Queen of HE- that's enough... ::coughs::
Random (Again)- Everybody! Please go read my 'Great Escape' story. ::sad Sora pout:: I love that story and guess what. It's rated R! I put a lot of effort in that story... ::sighs:: I'm not making ya'll read it though...
Warnings (gasps)- Yaoi, Sora possibly dead, war, blood, blah, blah, blah... did I say Sora possibly dead? DO I ENJOY KILLING SORA!?!?!?! ... hm. DON"T ANSWER ME, O POWERFUL... um... REVIEWERS! ...Enjoy the story.
WAIT! You gotta read the copyrights! Sora, Riku, Kairi, Leon, and other related content from Kingdom Hearts is owned by Disney and SquareEnix. Characters, towns, and other stuff related to Final Fantasy 7 is also owned by SquareEnix. The title is from the Hikari lyrics, meaning that Utada Hikaru owns the title. I own nothing, okay?!
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'Servants, Obey Thy Masters' Sequel
Zutto Futari De
"We'll Always be Together"
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Silence had fallen upon the battlefield, leaving nothing but smoke, blood, flesh, and corpses lying up the dirt like a cry for revenge. A lone figure glared at the scene, scanning it slowly with his permanently narrowed eyes. He always wore a face that screamed death to those who saw it. Most never even lived if they ever saw what laid under the black hood of the assassin. He had a name; a name that just screeched of deceit and impurity. His soul was black, stained with crimson and gray. His eyes had long lost their radiant aqua and became dull, like darkened water, polluted for the urge to kill those who took the one he cared about most away from him. They had purposely disposed of the life that once illuminated itself in the lithe figure that seemed to have seared an eternal image into the black-clad male. Though the one he fought and slaughtered for the one who was in a long, unconscious state, the feeling that derived from the thought of that pandemonium that resided along side the vibrant shape of the 'sleeping' heir brought a spiteful gleam into the unsympathetic orbs. The aquatic orbs that was owned by the one who once served as a servant to such a lovely creature that had his head resting back at the abandoned building several miles away from where he stood. He had made a vow, prior to his new ways of revenge.
"I'll make absolutely sure... that those who follow Kairi... shall have their bodies lifeless and their blood painted upon the walls of their dominion..."
Feeling reassured that he was still keeping that vow up to an acceptable manner, he turned his back upon the pitiful scene of those who were such simple-minded fools to ever believe that their loyalty would be unnoticed.
Oh, how he would make sure that their faithfulness to Kairi would be rewarded so... psychotically.
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"I wish you would open your eyes soon... it's getting lonely since Leon died..."
Riku nuzzled the still, seemingly lifeless hand that he was laying near, kissing the top before sighing ruefully and turning on his back. He stared silently at the dark ceiling, realizing the decaying wood was still capable of standing its ground. The house was fairly large, and even had catacombs where Riku had an episode of fright when he ventured down the damp, blackened archways to see if supplies were stored underground. After seeing what lied beneath his horizontal-positioned body, he had never even thought about going back down.
He remembered that the former bodyguard would bring up food for all of them to share when the older man was still alive. The leather-clad man had contracted an illness that put him through so much agony, Riku never really reflected back on it after it was all said and done. Then, finally, Riku had returned from the village that was near the river about two miles from the house and found the dead body of his only company. He had buried Leon in the backyard of the house after clearing it of its many weeds and its overgrown vines. Vines that had thorns that had scarred the silver-haired male for life.
Groaning as he twisted slightly to pull himself off of the only bed in the house that was safe enough to sleep on, he stretched exhaustedly before walking out of the room and down into the 'kitchen of many distasteful foods,' as Leon had once called it. Chuckling as he brought a fresh apple to his lips, he reminisced the many concoctions both men had numerously put together. There was one that had significance, however... one that had truly been a masterpiece from the men's efforts. They had dubbed it the 'Fruit of the Assassins', which matched the pain that went with their complete horrid cooking, and their new occupation. After the collapse of the kingdom he had once called his home, Riku sought after every follower of the Queen. Each one was slaughtered horrifyingly, but only a certain few obtained his 'special treatment.' It was when he recognized the high commander or officer he came in contact with from before; when Hollow Bastion still kept Kairi within its walls. He would always make sure that their deaths were taken much more sluggish and torturous than most. He would tell them that the betrayal of their loyalty for Sora would not go unpunished and he condemned them to the most terrible and demonic ways he could think of. Most of his special slays had come from the context of some old, moldy books he had read that was kept in a large library on the top floor. He had found an entire section of dark literature in which one dies so... profusely extraordinary for one who was so used to the sight of lifeless form mottling the façade before his eyes. He enjoyed it also, making sure that they suffered because of Sora's condition.
Riku sighed sadly before heading towards the door. He needed a nice walk to free his memory. It cursed him with a never-ending madness that swallowed him in its jaws long ago. It was nothing new to him, however. He was always given prolonged sorrow or guilt, whether he wanted it or not. He smiled gently into the caressing of the breeze, noticing the sight gray clouding over his silver head. He reminded himself not to be out long if it was to rain, and he began to walk along the old path that led to the village.
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"Where can they be!?"
There was large evidence in frustration from the queen who sat upon her throne. Clad in black silk, she often gave an appearance as a fake sweet child, one who was possessed by some evil and unknown force. She was completely lost in all the searches that had less than a few people return after she had sent at least a hundred each time. She had never remembered her bodyguard being strong enough to topple a hundred men by himself. "It must be Riku who's helping him kill my army... it has to be! There's no other way!!"
She screamed, and then threw the small wooden table across the room as a result in her rage. Nothing seemed to make much sense since she went into power and began to take over surrounding kingdoms. She knew her duty quite well; go, seize, and destroy. Nothing difficult about that. But then, it came down to the nil that Riku, Leon, and Sora were still missing. She couldn't recall which direction they ran towards, but she remembered that Riku was carrying Sora, who had obviously been injured in some way. "Oh, well... at least I know that I have one of them not to worry about... There's no way that Sora is strong enough to help the other two out in battle. He probably cooks for them and washes their clothes like peasants do... of all the nerve! Though I agree royalty must not do anything a servant can do for them, I am certainly glad he might be forced to do such tasks right now!" Kairi laughed darkly, her body shaking in her fit. It was so funny knowing that Sora had been reduced to some slave now!
"Queen Kairi, we have information..."
Kairi narrowed her eyes before turning her head to look towards her general. "Go on," she whispered harshly. "There has been reports that one of the escapees is heading towards the village about ten miles southwest of the palace," the general stated, straightening himself up since he was in the majesty's presence. She cocked her head, confused by this recent turn of events. Why would Riku or Leon tread alone to a village where they can be so easily caught? Unless... "I want you to raid the village for those are unfaithful to my command. It's time we rat those bastards out once and for all..." With that said, she twisted towards the door and walked swiftly to it, exiting the room once she was given a respectful bow.
She growled under her breath as she moved about the darkly decorated halls. It was inconceivable that her position as tyrant queen did not send enough fear into the villagers that they must report to a high authority if they see any suspicious resistance to her supreme empire. However, she recalled the elusive males to know persuasion, and there was little chance that there were still those who were loyal to the kingdom that had fallen only months ago... But, overall, the force should be rotting within the pit the fallen, through devastation and flame. Death and smoke... It all helped her to achieve her ultimate goal; to rule the entire population of the world.
And, if Fate went her way... it would help her again.
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Riku groaned, dismissing the fact that the road to the village was riddled with images of the past and bodies that were slowly decomposing. An eerie grayness had fallen over the ashened field long after the first battles of Queen Kairi's empire had begun its siege of the small population of free people and kingdoms. The witch's army had left the battlefield in absolute chaos, the remnants of the tiny resistant that had stood up to their awesome numbers scattered carelessly and in lamenting fashions. Most armor had been stripped off, heads missing, limbs several yards away from their owners who could care less now that they could no longer feel the appendage out of place... it sickened the brooding male to the point of insanity, in some situations. And yet, the most horrific scenes shown before him were nothing like the traumatic occurrence he withstood that night Sora had pushed him out of the way. The flicker of the rising flame, the screams of agony and fear, the heart beating in his ears... it was still playing before him as if he were there at that moment.
Scoffing his foot against the ground a bit, he went along his way towards Kalm, the village nestled in the side of the rising mountains just about a mile ahead of him. The town was visible from his point, bright within the gray, crippling earth and plant that surrounded his immobile form. The white houses, stores, bustling marketplace, and generous people gave the sense that Kalm was a sanctuary for those who were in need of help. Such as he and Sora was, except Sora had no thought or image of Kalm in his mind. The sweet, alluring aromas that flowed through the air from the bakery or any restaurant or the noise of happy 'hellos' being said as you walked passed a town person. The heir had no idea of the amazing suburbia that was so warm in appearance and even more joyful inside.
"Might as well get there... Tifa and Aerith will close the restaurant if I don't get there before sundown..."
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Once more, Riku couldn't fully comprehend the oh-so familiar predicament...
When he walked into the small pub-like cabaret, the two women who owned the place abruptly took him into their arms and placed food in front of him after they sat him down at the bar and fussed over his 'showing thinness.' "Are you sure you're eating correctly? I mean, you live in such a dank place and you come into town only once a week and-" Tifa exclaimed motherly before Riku shot her down with a glare. "...Oh, umm... I guess your eating all right... then..." Tifa stuttered before turning back to the stove behind her and sitting the contents in the pot that was cooking. Aerith walked back towards Riku and placed a glass of water in front of his clasped hands. "You know... I just thought about how you still pay us when you need what little money you can muster... How do you get it?" she asked kindly, leaning her head on her hands that were propped up by the counter and her elbows. Her cotton, pink summer dress accented her eyes that held a slight resemblance to Riku's mother's own azure orbs. The teen had always considered the two slightly older women as his family, but he never did admit openly to anyone. He always gave an intimidation to those he had met in the past after the fall of the kingdom Sora was heir to. He knew he had to keep his presence low key, knowing Kairi's loyal servants were lurking about in shadows. Like heartless beings, they were caught up in a hypnotic spell that only Riku knew how to destroy; by slaughtering each and every person that had even told anyone once that they were faithful to a false sovereignty. The strange tension in the room had finally caught up with Riku's senses, noting the piercing looks he was receiving from the two in front of him behind the counter.
"Are you going to answer me?"
"I found a safe that was rusting at the hedges in the level just before the catacombs. I broke it easily and found a good bit of money. That's how I bought my weapons. Everything else is money found on the soldiers I kill or after I sell their armor and other possessions," Riku answered coldly. Aerith sighed, understanding Riku's point. Though she was a bit of a pacifist, she still rallied those to fight against Kairi. She wouldn't have had the perfect motivation, had not Cloud, her friend, been killed along side a former commander known as Sephiroth. She had always noticed a kind devotion to Sephiroth in Cloud's cerulean orbs everytime they crossed paths or began to discuss different issues. Their views were so far apart that most of the time, she found them heatedly arguing at each other, both of them on the brink of yelling at the male across from them. Sadly, however, it was that closeness that they had bonded together that brought their deaths.
"I promise you... if you die... I'll die with you... no matter how it's done."
Sephiroth had told Cloud that vow to him before the battle in the field beside Kalm began. It was in that same spot Riku sat at now that Cloud had once filled with his presence. Now... it held nothing more than lamenting reminiscence in her mind. The images were all a warmth-like frost, and it seemed ironic that such soothing memories brought tears of melancholy to her bright sky eyes. In fact, Riku reminded her of Sephiroth more than either of the two. He even had a stunning resemblance to the tall, quiet male that had died of a sword to his chest, along with other wounds. The first time Riku had made himself known to her was when his friend, Leon, and himself had walked into the restaurant, both blood-drenched, soaked with rain, and famished. The heavy odor of smoke was evident on their skin, and various burns were etched across their skin and clothing. And in Riku's arms was a fairly small bundle that was covered with a leather coat that belonged to Leon. The four of them had stopped their gleeful talking and looked straight at the newcomers with a strange glare.
"Um, excuse us if were... interrupting s-something but... w-we need some help..."
Those had been Leon's faulting words, for after a moment after saying his plea, he fainted. After a quick inspection to see if he was still alive, Riku sat down in a nearby chair and pulled the coat off of the bundle enough to see a head adorned with the softest brunet hair and beautiful face that Aerith had ever laid eyes upon. The teen had had a regretful expression on his countenance and abruptly, Sephiroth had taken action. He had taken the boy out of Riku's arms and went into the back where there was a spare bedroom for those who needed to stay over night. The others attended to the now deceased bodyguard who was still sprawled out on the floor. After confirming that Leon would awake soon, they all followed Sephiroth into the back. Riku, who had sat himself on the bed beside the other boy and refusing to let go, was curled beside the other, asleep. Sephiroth had dictated that the brunet was in a coma, but wouldn't die. The silver-haired man was stroking Riku's hair in a gentle way, which was unusual for the former commander, seeing as he kept a cold appearance most of the time. "He said his name was Riku. The man that fainted is Leon and this other boy is Prince Sora," whispered Sephiroth through the silence. Aerith had kneeled down beside the bed and inspected the prince and Riku. "Prince Sora? What's he doing away from Kingdom Hearts?" Tifa asked quietly, afraid that she would stir the platinum-haired boy, who began to whimper when Sephiroth had tried to take his hand away from his tresses.
"Obviously, Kingdom Hearts is under siege..."
Sighing, Cloud sat in the chair beside the mattress, leaning his head against his folded hands. There were all lost in the predicament of the event that had taken place. Here were these three young men, battered and burned, walking through the rain and at night, of all times. Though, there was a pitiful discomfiture around them, signaling the remorse in their minds. And soon, after a week, Sephiroth had finally gotten the story out of Riku. Each detail was menacing, yet had a stroke of bittersweet coarseness added to it. The imagination of the four elders had brought forth pictures, though distorted in their unknowing minds. From the beginning, Cloud and Sephiroth had a peculiar face on them, as if all knowing in a hidden sense. Every time Riku went off the subject to talk about Sora, or how he glanced over to make sure he was still breathing, or even how, eventually, he took hold of the limp hand and stroked it with his thumb, relishing the silkiness all over again. And after that, Sephiroth had taken Riku under his wing.
Then, the battle arose when a force unknown to the village of Kalm claimed that brute force would be used if Kalm did not surrender to the 'Future Queen of the World'. Riku's obvious displeasure towards the army seemed to arouse fury in Sephiroth and Cloud. "Those are the ones... the ones that follow her..." The loathe that was evident in the spiteful hiss from Riku was more than enough for everyone to rally against the newly upcoming Kairi. After teaching Riku several attack and defensive moves and finding Leon, Riku, and Sora a place to stay where they wouldn't attract attention, the battle began at sunrise. A good three hundred against one thousand. That was the odds... and there was no advantage for the Kalm fighters.
"Hey, Aerith...?"
Aerith jerked slightly in surprise after hearing the implication. She glanced towards the narrow, aquamarine slits of Riku. He sat curiously, yet his eyes showed amazing annoyance. It bothered Aerith that Riku was so impatient. But, Sephiroth had been the same kind of person that Riku put out for exhibitionism. She sighed once more, seeing both Cloud and Sephiroth in her mind just days before the battle... "I was thinking about Cloud and Sephiroth. You know, you look and act like Sephiroth. You two seemed very close," Aerith stated. Unfortunately, Riku found himself remembering both deceased males with high respect, but he didn't get the same warmth of images that Aerith had. He saw love in eachother's eyes for the other, and they cared for him, but seeing those memories brought a manner of iciness that Riku had felt before. Like, whenever he thought of his home... how he was stripped away maliciously from his mother and father and forced to do the bidding of another. Though, that person had defended him, begged him not to do his work, and even loved him beyond all else... and now Riku saw where Sora's boundless love had gotten himself. And vice versa, also.
"We were very close... and then, he just... left me to fight my own battles..."
"He never meant to leave you standing on your own two feet alone..." Aerith retorted softly to the other, a spark shining briefly in her eyes. His words... they had brought an aching stinginess into herself that she skipped a heartbeat. Sephiroth was excruciatingly independent. He would have mourned a loss for a while, but then he would be right back to his usual strict self, as if nothing had ever fazed him. Then, he would claim that he should avenge the deceased, and do it all by himself. Riku, however, needed allies in order to, at least, live. He was being hunted by a tyranny, he was forced to live in a run-down mansion, he had lost the love of his life and others... and almost everytime, he was in no position to at least try to save them.
"I... think I'll start going back now... There was storm clouds when I left, and it's starting to get late..."
Aerith blinked quickly before bolting upright to watch him walk speechlessly towards the door, placing a hand on the knob before hearing her speak up, her gaze heating his back mentally. When she began to speak, he found himself still, unable to move outside or even to turn the knob on the door. "Riku... be careful...." Aerith whispered pleadingly, laying her hands on the counter lightly. He wasn't going to listen to her, but she felt like something was going to happen... thanks to her 'woman's intuition'. Riku shrugged, finally able to make motion to go outwards now. She watched him leave with a lamenting expression... she didn't want him to go and leave...
She didn't want to wake up the next day and find out Riku had gone through the same fate Sephiroth and Cloud had gone through...
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Riku trudged back to the gray, rotting house with an uneasiness that had ceased to settle since he had left Kalm. The last, desperate words that Aerith had voiced in a quivered tone made Riku want to head right back towards the restaurant and hope that he could make her see that he would be unharmed on his way back home. 'But how can I?' he asked himself mentally, scared to know what the answer was to his curious question. He had killed so many, surely there was people who wanted his head mounted on a spike in front of Kairi's palace... Now, he could do nothing more than watch those who challenged him fall as long as he could muster enough energy and strength to force them to meet their maker earlier than planned.
He let his eyes wander to the house, noting its façade was much like his own soul. It was lonely, dismal, and above all, sadness soaked through the ambiance that Riku had endured since he had arrived in the area. Its gray features and decayed hope for survival from the insects and bacteria that was slowly eating away at its one glorious elegance showed strongest in the teen's perception. He was fighting a losing battle; much like the one the house fought during the long hours of the day and night. But, all the seams of his heart still held a beacon of light; the hope that somehow... some way... Sora's eyes would open to him and gaze at him as if they were back to the old days... when Riku was Sora's slave... and yet it was Sora who was enslaved by Riku's love. The memories of when Riku teased Sora about his shyness in their relationship and when Riku first confessed all poured into his mind, making all that he was doing seem so trivial. The fights, near deaths, breathless nights of nightmares of those who had not laid to rest as peacefully as Riku had wanted... all seemed so small compared to what he and Sora had had before the witch that was known as Queen Kairi had destroyed their lives just so she could gain power. 'Selfish little...'
He stopped abruptly, hearing something that sounded familiar to... piano music. He gasped, sensing the music's origin was the house... Immediately, he began running in a speed he never had mastered until he heard the tune. He panted in tired function... however, the need to find out who was creating that music... he had never seen Sora play a piano, but, knowing how royalty was, Riku was certain that Sora had some knowledge of the instrument. And, he did recall seeing a piano in the dining room...
'Sora! Can you be...?'
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After knocking down the door, rushing to the door on the left, and racing down the hallway, Riku found himself staring at a lonely piano... and no one playing the ivory cords. He groaned, falling against the wall and sliding down it as he knees came to his chest. He felt tears come to his eyes, feeling deception fill the room. He glared tearfully at the piano, cursing at its alluring siren song. It had lured him back into his hell-hole... and back into the reality that... his prince... his lover... was not awaken from his long slumber.
'I'm losing it... I have finally lost my mind...'
Riku began to exit out through the double oaken doors when a soft sob met his ears. He jerked, tensing slightly at the noise. He could barely make out a "Riku" being stuttered out and the silver-haired teen couldn't help but feel compelled to walk towards the source of the rupture of silence. Cautiously, Riku began to tread towards the stairs that curved upwards and he gulped nervously. He placed one of his boot-clad feet on the first step and patiently waited for a second. Then, he took another one, making his way up sluggishly. When he reached the last steps, he paused, listening to the crying for a moment before a wail screamed out horrifyingly about the falling-apart mansion.
"RIKU!!!!"
That was all took for the male to rush forward, turning right towards the bedrooms. He panted, slamming open the door to Sora's room. He sprinted in and started to gasp uncontrollably as he fell to his knees, his hand falling off the brass, yet rusting doorknob. His eyes were wide and his pupils dilated. He burned his gaze at the bed where Sora should have been laying but... the prone, serene form wasn't there.... What he had left.... his heart, his lover.... had vanished during his trip to Kalm. He went over the possibilities over and over again in his no longer 'sane' mind. The event that had just occurred had finally confirmed to Riku that he was mad, and that everything around him was a hallucination. Nothing was real; it was all a little fantasy that his deranged had concocted for its enjoyment. He leaned backwards against the door and he coughed from his adrenaline rush. "Sora..."
"Riku?! Is that you!?"
Twisting his head, he tilted his gaze towards the bottom of the bed, where two large, azure orbs were staring at him curiously, yet fearful at the same time. Soon, a fluff of warm cinnamon spikes emerged and a small smile traced Riku's face. "Where have you been...? I thought you had... left me... or been..." Sora's nose twitched as he sniffed back his tears and a sweet pout came over him. Riku, himself, felt like screaming and crying out everything he had gone through that had come up to this moment. He felt the sting of salty liquid meet his eyes and he grinned with all the emotion he could muster. He threw himself at the lithe being under the bed and pulled him out easily and after Sora was placed back in his place, wrapped in Riku's arms.... the elder broke down.
"I thought... I-I'd... oh, God, I love you so much, Sora...." Riku shuddered at the warmth he now felt against his chest, which had an equally crying boy resting on it. It seemed like a dream... something that wasn't supposed to happen, but did. The mystical forces known as Destiny and Fate... must have finally came through for him. As he pondered about every occurrence that had acted in Riku's path, Sora was rubbing his back affectionately, stopping to massage the knots he felt twist up from stress every now and then.The heir was stroking a scar from the punishments that Riku endured while a slave and, for once, the elder did not wince at the feel of having the wound touched. It had healed over the time Sora's eyes were closed, yet had stretched slightly when the owner of the marred skin fought or trained in order to obtain a stronger form. Though, now... the entire time he wasted killing the followers of Queen Kairi... just seemed in vain now that the brunet had awoken from his light coma. The dazzling glow of the pale skin that was revealed through burnt silk gave Sora the appeal of a tortured angel, who had been through Hell itself but still helped those in dire need. Riku felt guilty... more than he ever had... He was weak, as much as he despised the thought. He wasn't strong enough for Sora, and the outcome was the anguish Kairi had brought upon the land. He could have done something then... like take a sword from the wall and slice it through her... or push her out of the window she had been gloating in front of when the attack occurred. So many opportunities... yet, he ran like a scared cat. A stupid, fear-stricken cat... he didn't deserve Sora, especially with so much on his conscious. He had blood caking on his hands from the many victims slaughtered by his sword... he had stolen from the dead... he didn't fight back when he could have that fateful day... Compared to the innocence in his arms, Riku was the split image of Kairi.
"Love...?"
Worn-out aqua met concerned azure. Riku's face held the wear and tear of years that seemed so far off... obviously, the elder hadn't taken very good care of himself since the incident at Kingdom Hearts and now regret for being knocked-out for such a long period nagged at the brunet. He laid a hand upon his lover's face and pondered deeply why the skin that was only impure by the marks of a whip now seemed lifeless. The faint, pallid glow that rivaled the moon itself seemed to have dimmed out during his sleep and the eyes that captivated him at first sight also had a sense of lost beauty. "Riku... what happened to you?" Sora's small voice inquired, a warm sadness creeping out of the close whisper. The other didn't answer, but laid a gloved hand on top of the one on his cheek. Exhaustedly, he leaned closer to the satin touch, admiring the feel of petal-soft affection that had been gifted to the heir. It almost made him forget of the war he was fighting in... of the troubles his mind ran over everyday... that he was aging faster than most his age... But right then, nothing seemed to matter.
"Ri-"
Sora was silenced by the forward lean of the elder and felt lips upon his own. Sighing happily, he closed his eyes and coiled himself against the body more than he already had been. Secretly, Riku brought a hand up to slide down one of the sleeves that covered the boy's shoulder and glided his lips down to the revealed skin, nipping the juncture gently and then sucking on the vein that was hidden by ghost-white skin. Giving a shuddered gasp, Sora's hands moved to twine themselves in the platinum tresses of his lover. Small aches of heat sparked in the heir's through the assassin's touches and lips, both lovingly kneading the fragile body that laid within lean arms. Riku pulled the brunet closer, picking the prince off of the ground and laying him on the bed. The younger male pouted when he no longer felt the warmth he was given and began to watch the other curiously. He stood still, waiting for the moment wear Sora would no longer be there, and all this he was going through shows itself as being nothing more than a desperate dream. Sora, however, gave an innocent expression towards Riku, wondering when he would lay down and go to sleep... nobody knew how much his lover needed it.
"Come on, Love... I don't bite, you know that..."
Riku chuckled slightly at the words and shrugged, moving to where he was laying on his side and supporting Sora's head with his arm while the other wrapped around the heir's waist. Giggling, Sora snuggled deeper into the tropical smell he was so accustomed to and, with dread etching his being, smelled the blood and pain Riku's skin was embedded with. The odor brought a gagging reflex brought on by the heir's body. The stench that reeked of homicide made Sora want nothing more than to pull away, but he stayed put, reluctantly. Riku needed to be comforted... and pushing him away was the last thing the heir needed to.
Riku felt uneasy. It had been so long since he had been beside Sora in the large, elegant bedroom that he used to sleep on after he and the brunet confessed their love for one another, and this brought something to Riku's train of thought. All he and Sora had ever done was kiss... and now, he couldn't help but feel the sweeping urge to delve deeper into the relationship they had built. Maybe, tonight... they could go that route. "Sora...?" he asked timidly, unsure of how his inquiry would be answered. He earned a small noise from the back of the delectable throat of the younger male. He bit his bottom lip in hesitation, wondering and worrying at the same time how his lover would take the statement he had yet to speak. Gulping down the large lump that had formed in his throat, he took in a heavy breath and, in a quivered voice, asked the dire question.
"Do you trust me?"
Radiant blue fluttered open in remark of the question. There was no shock, no disgust, no... negativity. Just... warmth and... love... Then, that 'it's-so-obvious' expression came across the beautiful façade of the prince and a sweet, childlike giggle sounded in the neurotic air. Adoringly, the brunet caressed the rough cheek of his lover, drawing back some of the lunar silk with his enclosed knuckles. "That should be apparent..." whispered the prince. Riku sighed happily before enfolding the brunet in his arms, drawing the younger male closer to his body heat. It had risen tremendously after those words seduced him into visions of passion, but he would be patient...
That was all he could do...
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"Your Majesty..."
Horrid, ice-stabbing eyes thinned at the soldier as he bowed. She glared at this armor, and found it ironic that she had the greatest army in history, yet they couldn't find three people. She glared at him more, and if looks could kill, the soldier would be sprawled across the floor, limp spasms running through the appendages while sanguine flowed through the many gashes that he had obtained from the Queen. He was shaking, however, in fear of his majesty. He had heard stories about how men go in her chambers... and they never come out. She was ruthless, a tyrant, and a whore beyond all other names she had placed for herself under her new reign. She relished the spiteful attention she was given; it just gave her a better reason to mercilessly kill them... especially the other women of the kingdom. Then all the men would be hers to have...
"Queen Kairi-"
"Oh, shut up!" she screamed, impatient with such lowly servants. She had waited so long to hear of news of whether or not they had found that stupid ex-Prince and his slave and if she could kill them in her torturous way. Maybe, she could use those chains that the cleaners had uncovered in the lower chambers... or she could impale them, one on the other, on a steel spike. Their lifeless eyes, scarlet-covered bodies, and chilled skin now flashed in her mind deviously and she cackled for no apparent reason in front of the soldier. Her arms were raising themselves and she balled her fist, shaking in pure excitement of the much-awaited deaths she would see, hopefully. After several bizarre moments, she stopped, hushing herself in order to hear the report the soldier had been sent with. Moving her arms in notion for him to continue, she sat, throwing one slender leg over the other. "Well?"
"Um... I have come to inform you, Your Highness, that we know the whereabouts of Riku."
"Hmmm? Only Riku...?"
"It's seems that Prince Sora and Leon aren't with him... or something disposed of them..."
This... was the greatest news she had heard since she had become Ruler of the pathetic Kingdom Hearts. Riku, so it seemed, was the only one of the three who survived the long cessation since their last meeting. Fortunately, Sora and Leon were, supposedly, out of the way of her reign. Now, all she had to do was have her empire bring the assassin of her beloved troops to her and she could live happily ever after. "Where is he at?!" She squealed erratically. She had jumped from her throne hurriedly in pure joy as the soldier stuttered on his own speech. "H-he's been lo-located at the mansion near K-Kalm...!" he straightened as he spoke, trying to seem intimidating. Sweeping her hand as she turned, she brought the appendage to her chin and pondered. Maybe...
"Burn him... make sure he's asleep also. I want him to wake up in Hell..."
I know I said... this was going to be one-shot. But I want to get this up really badly!
Also, what do you think of me doing a crossover with Rockman, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, Lord of the Rings, Zelda: Ocarina of Time, etc.? Do you like that idea? I have a short prologue written and I was wondering if I would have a lot of supporters from "Servants" behind me. If so, please tell me in your reviews.
Remember, reviews give me a reason to write! Hope you all missed me! I know I missed ya'll!
