FK: This chapter's title means Blood Lust. WARNING! This chapter contains a semi-vivid rape scene. Readers with weak stomachs or a fear of blood, you have been warned! But other than that, please continue on this path of Le Terre et Ciel! Bon Voyage!

Riku: NOOOO! You're gonna hurt Sora!

FK: #sighs# How many times must I tell you? Yes. I. Am.

Sora: NOOO! Don't do it Fluffy!

FK: Sorry but I hafta. -.-;

Sora: T.T

Riku: YOU MADE HIM CRY! #leads Sora away# Come on, it'll be okay.

FK: #ahem#

Disclaimer: Do we really need this for every chapter? I still don't own the equipment to make my own Kingdom Hearts…not that I'd be able to cuz they belong to Square.

Terre et Ciel

Convoitise De Sang

Riku woke up the next morning and Sora was already gone. He rubbed at his eyes and groggily went downstairs.

"Morning sweety!" his mom chirped, waving a spatula in the air. Riku waved and plopped into a chair.

"Boyo!" Riku rolled his eyes.

"Sephiroth…" his dad galloped over to the table.

"Ooh! You're just absolutely glowing!" Sephiroth squealed. Riku looked at him lazily. Yeah, he sure was glowing. He sat waiting for his breakfast and watched his parents. By the looks of it, they didn't come up to his room and find Sora. That would have been something to explain.

"There you go!" his mom set pancakes down on front of him. Riku ate his breakfast, ignoring Sephiroth's antics. Sephiroth danced around; his morning jig. When his father's long silver hair smacked him one time too many, Riku decided to get ready for school.

"Riku! If you hurry, I'll drive you to school!" his mom called after him.

"Thanks mom." 'I wonder if Sora went home…'

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Sora slowly opened the front door. The house was quiet. It seemed like the maids and other servers were still sleeping. There was no light on; just the natural light of the sun peeking through the curtains. He stepped inside, closed it, and started creeping toward his room. If he made no noise, no one would notice that he returned…or so he thought.

"Sora." The boy froze. He slowly turned to look into orange eyes. "You decided to come back." Sora nodded cautiously. The orange eyes narrowed as the owner of them stood from his chair. He advanced toward Sora in large steady steps, his silvery-white hair with the bottoms tinged with blue swaying behind him. The brunette backed away until he tripped over the couch. He scooted to the corner of the sofa when the man came closer. He grabbed Sora's leg and pulled him out of his curled up position. Sora swallowed hard and watched him.

"What have I told you about running away from the photo shoots?" Sora tried to move away but the man didn't let him; he only tightened his grip.

"Ansem…I'm…I'm sorry…" the man, now identified as Ansem, narrowed his eyes more.

"Now you're sorry? No, you will be." He reached up and unzipped Sora's combination shirt and shorts. Sora's eyes widened.

"No, no Ansem, please don't! Please don't do this!" The man moved his hand into Sora's shorts and pulled his penis out.

"You don't even know what I'm going to do." Getting on his knees, on the couch, between Sora's legs, Ansem tenderly stroked each side of the boy's cock. He continued to do that, sometimes sliding his thumb over the tip, until Sora started to respond. He reluctantly leaned in to Ansem's touches as his penis erected. Sora shut his eyes in shame. Once Sora was hard, Ansem rested the tip of his thumb on the tip of Sora's member. He gently pressed his thumb into the slit, letting some of the precum seep out. Sora whimpered and tried to control himself.

"Ansem, please don't!" he cried. The man didn't listen. He pushed his thumb further into the boy's cock and more of the sticky substance leaked out. Sora tried to squirm, but as Ansem's thumb went deeper, the more it hurt to move. Sora screamed as the finger went further. He screamed the loudest he could when his thumb had disappeared inside up to the first knuckle. Ansem wrapped his fingers around his twitching member and moved his other hand to Sora's mouth. With his index and middle fingers, Ansem pushed them into Sora's mouth and down his throat, causing him to stop screaming.

The boy gagged on the fingers. He couldn't swallow. His body was trying to dry-heave but he couldn't breathe in; every time he would try, he gagged. Ansem kept his fingers down Sora's throat and continued to push his thumb deeper into his penis.

"What gives you the authority to leave the photo shoot?" Ansem yelled at him. Sora's body wretched and twisted. He clawed at Ansem's arm while he tried to close his legs. Tears streamed down his face. The pain was unbearable. Ansem was ripping him apart. He couldn't breathe. He just wanted to die, God he wanted to die.

"What gives you the right to leave?" Ansem yelled and thrust his thumb in up to his second knuckle. Sora wreathed and jerked compulsively in all directions. He couldn't control his body's movements. He felt light headed, but the pain wouldn't let him pass out.

Ansem let go of Sora's cock but continued to push further. He leaned over Sora, pulling his thumb up in the direction of Sora's head. Saliva ran freely over Sora's jaw and cheeks, his head titled back and pressed against the sofa. He could feel hot blood running down his penis, covering his testicles and the couch with its crimson color. Ansem jerked his thumb up with more force. Sora's chest poked out, his back arched and his hands fell by his sides, fingers twitching. His body convulsed and wrenched violently.

"What gives you the authority?" Ansem yelled again. He pushed his fingers further down Sora's throat. "Nothing." Ansem answered for him. "Because you're mine. My porn star, my whore." He thrust his thumb in one last time before pulling away completely. He grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped his hands off.

Sora dry-heaved for a moment before he vomited. He turned his head to the side and let it run out his mouth onto the couch. When there was nothing left for his stomach to eject, he coughed violently. With every thrust of air, Sora felt more pain than he was already in. He tried to just breathe instead. His throat ached and burned. Ansem started walking away until he remembered something. He turned back to face the brunette.

"Oh and Sora, who was it who knocked Gamo out by hitting him in the head? You know it was him following you yesterday, right?" Sora's entire being trembled uncontrollably. He shook his head.

"…don't…know…" he whispered hoarsely. Ansem looked at him again before walking away.

"Get up, clean up that mess, and clean yourself up. You have three days off work."

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Riku closed his locker. It was right after lunch. 'Four classes down, two to go.' He thought. One class was woodshop. He liked that one, and his friends Tidus and Wakka were in it. Tidus was in tenth grade like him, while Wakka was a year higher. The last class was band/orchestra. He was a percussionist but enjoyed playing guitars more. The school band didn't accept guitarists, so he went for the next best thing, drums.

If he could change things, Riku wouldn't have taken band for his fine art credit; he would have chosen art/drawing. The reason he was there was his ex-girlfriend, Kairi. When they were still together, at the end of the previous year, she asked him to join band with her. She was a flutist. That was at schedule making time, and, at that time, he agreed. So now he was stuck in band even though he'd rather do art. And lucky him, it was the last class of the day. 'Yippee…'

During woodshop, it was a free day. A day where they could make any small thing out of wood. Wakka sat back stating that he'd pass and just chill.

"If I lose a finger, I won't be able to play blitzball for weeks, ya." Were his words. Tidus decided to make a small fire mural. Since that was the case, he and Riku were at the smaller band saws cutting out shapes in small wood. A little while into the class, Tidus was admiring his mural and bothering Riku.

"Hey. Hey, Riku, look. Look at it." He nudged his silver haired companion. Riku merely glanced at him and continued to cut. "Hello, Riku. Did you hear me? Riku. Ri-"

"I thought you knew not to disturb someone when they're working with sharp objects." Riku cut him off in an annoyed tone. Tidus shrugged and looked at what Riku was making.

"You're making one of those name things?"

"Yeah, so?" Tidus eyeballed him.

"But girls do that." Riku glared. Stopping the saw, he pulled the wood back to see what he needed to do next. "Whose name is that?" Tidus was over his shoulder again.

"Tidus, give him some room to breathe, ya." Wakka spoke up. Riku brushed Tidus off and turned to face him.

"Sora." Tidus's face twisted into an expression of confusion.

"Who's Sora?" Riku turned back to the band saw, blew off the sawdust and wood chips and started it up.

"A kid I f…know."

"Never heard of him." Riku had to stop the saw again. He leaned on a nearby table and looked at Tidus.

"Just a kid. I, uh…met him yesterday."

"And you're spending your free-time to make him one of those, ya?" Riku looked at Wakka now.

"Ya, I am." Riku stated mocking Wakka's speech habit. Tidus got in Riku's view. 'Annoying pest…'

"I wanna meet him. So can I?" Riku raised a brow.

"Why?"

"Just cuz. See if he's friend material." Wakka chuckled.

"He's just nosy, ya." Riku looked at the clock; class was almost over.

"Sure, you can meet him…if I ever see him again." Tidus almost tripped over a cord.

"What? You dunno if you'll see him again? Then why are you making that thing?"

"Dunno…I dunno…" 'I'll see him again. It's a small island anyway; I'm bound to run into him again.' The bell rang and they were out.

"Riku!" Riku rolled his eyes. 'Ugh, Kairi, just the perfect thing to ruin the day.'

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FK: Bum-bum-baddaa! The third chappy and the FIRST rape scene. Seeing as I don't have any more written right now, (when I'm typing this-days before I put it on here) I'm not sure if there will be more. So maybe…but that method of rape won't be used again. My sister still thinks it's impossible.IF WHAT HAPPENED TO SORA IS IMPOSSIBLE PLEASE TELL ME! I will think of a new idea just as bad to replace it! Oh well. Gamo is a bodyguard of Ansem's that he uses to track down Sora if he runs away. If anyone wants to know the reason why my chapters and title are all in French…it's because when I typed the first one I felt French-like (school…-.-;) so I translated what I wanted into French. I bet you didn't really care, but incase you did, there it is. I AM NOT DOING IT CUZ FRENCH IS THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE! CUZ IT'S NOT!

Kakashi: Well duh

FK: You know, everyone didn't know that…so by saying that you might make them feel stupid or otherwise insulted…ya know?

Kakashi: I knew that…I take it back.

Eggo: #snore# (she's still sleeping at 12:22 pm)

FK: #rubs hands together# Mwahahahahaaaa! Now I can put my maniacal plan into action! Kakashi, the pail of cold water please.

Kakashi: I thought you were going to use that on Neji.

FK: Is he sleeping?

Kakashi: #looks at couch# Yes.

FK: ….ok. #dumps cold water on Neji instead#

Neji: #wakes up sputtering and cursing# #$!$&#(&#!&!

Eggo: #now awake# Oh my, such profanities…Tsk tsk, potty mouth.

Sora: I can't believe you did that to me! #obviously distressed#

Riku: FLUFFY! I'M GONNA KILL YOU! #chases authoress with dark Keyblade#

FK: I'm sorry! I had to! Review please! #runs away with Riku on her tail#