Riku collapsed, his knees buckling beneath him without Ansem even laying a finger on him. His body shook from fear and pain as the pain in his head grew. It felt as if it was about to explode, split apart. He couldn't even think it hurt so bad. He didn't know why it was happening. He didn't need this, he needed to attack Ansem. He needed to stop him, not lay here holding his aching head in his hands, fighting back tears.
"Ah, is the little boy in pain?" Ansem asked, laughing loudly.
The pain spiked as Ansem spoke, tearing his brain apart and causing him to whimper. What was happening? What was happening? His whole body was shaking now and Ansem was closing in on him. Riku tried to scoot back as Ansem leaned down beside him; reaching out to gently run his hand through his hair, "What..." Riku tried to speak but couldn't finish, the tears were so closing to falling from his eyes and flowing down his cheek.
"What, boy?" He asked as his hand trailed down to cup his cheek, "I'm still in that pretty head of yours."
Riku screamed as the pain in his head became unbearable and his vision blackened, leaving him locked in darkness.
As soon as he opened his eyes again he found himself laying on the cold ground, he had no idea where he was. If it was a part of End of the World then he had never seen it before. It was empty. There was nothing in the dark room except for four black walls. He pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his head into his knees.
He had screwed up again.
He was a screw up, plain and simple. He always screwed everything up, never thinking things through before he acted. Or if he actually did try and think things through, he never thought of the bad things that could happen. He thought he was always right and that nothing could ever go wrong. He was so stupid.
Everyone had looked up at him on the island, revering in his glory. In their minds he was some perfect light skinned creature, someone from dreams. He was perfect to them. He was happy to them. He was good to them. He was an Angel to them. He was everything to them... except what he actually was. They thought he was confident, that he never questioned himself.. How wrong they were. He always second-guessed him self, he would lay awake at night wondering if he did the right thing, said the right thing. He spent hours staring up at his ceiling thinking about how things could have gone smoother, how things could have turned out right. So instead of doing that before he acted he would do it at night, after the fact.
He was pathetic. He snorted at that, it was ironic that everyone looked up to him, looked up at a screw up. So many little kids on the island wanted to be just like him, strived to be able to fight just like him, to fish just like him. If they knew how awful a person he truly was they wouldn't look at him twice, scared that some of his darkness might wipe off on them if they looked too long.
"Are you sad, pet?" He heard Ansem's voice ask but he couldn't see his body anywhere yet, he slowly backed up into a corner so Ansem couldn't sneak up on him.
"Fuck off!" He called back, keeping an eye open carefully for when Ansem materialized.
Ansem laughed at him, angering him farther, as he stepped through the wall, "Guess who I visited today while my pet slept?"
Riku glared at him, "I'm not you God damn pet!" He yelled at him, struggling to push himself to his feet,
Ansem ignored him as he flipped his long silver hair over his shoulders, his amber eyes digging into Riku, "Daddy dearest." He said simply, smiling at Riku widely.
Riku dropped back down to the ground, having managed to almost stand straight. He stared up at Ansem, fear filling his eyes, "What... Why?" He mumbled out, scooting as to the wall as he could possibly get.
"He was more than a little drunk at the time... it was only noon and the poor guy was already gone." Ansem made a tsking noise then kneeled before Riku, "He told me a few rather interesting facts about your childhood." He whispered into Riku's ear, causing him to shiver.
He didn't have the strength to push Ansem away, he felt so drained . "What... what did he tell you?" He asked quietly, unable to raise his voice any louder.
"Hmm..." Ansem said slowly, bringing his lips close to Riku's, "Oh you know, how he punished you... he thinks it's his fault that you're missing."
Suddenly he was back on the island. On his island, in his house. It was just a few days before 'the night'. It was just a few says before they left. He had gotten home late, having lost track of time while he played with Sora. He felt sick almost instantly as he watched his father stumble into the house followed by a few of his friends from the bar. For some reason everyone in town still thought him to be a good man even though he visited the bar daily.
"Where were you, boy?" His father demanded, his words slurring from the alcohol already in his system.
"Out." Riku said as he bit his tongue, trying to keep from saying some smart ass comment.
He wasn't expecting to be slapped, He wasn't expecting his father's hand to connect to the back of his head. What had he done? Though he should be use to it by now, it had been going on for ages now. He should have learnt to expect his father's fist to begin to fly at any given moment. For some reason he could never get that through his thick skull though, he was so stupid, "WHERE were you?" He demanded, pushing Riku back as his friends laughed.
"On the main island," Riku said softly, forcing himself not to look his father in the eyes, forcing himself not to see the anger behind those blue eyes.
His father's fist pulled back then connected with his stomach, "Why won't you home when you were suppose to be?"
"I... I lost track of time..." He mumbled as he fought to catch his breath.
"You are so fucking stupid! You're worthless Riku!" He screamed as he through Riku down to the ground, kicking him in the ribs for good measure.
"I...I'm sorry.": He mumbled as he brought his arms up to cover his head and face.
"Not worth a damn thing!" His father screamed again kicking him one last time before ordering him, "Go get me a damn beer."
Riku instantly jumped up, his body shaking in fear and relief. He got off lucky this time, it could have been much worse. His father liked to show off in front of friends. He loved to show off and they all liked watching him moan in pain. It was like a game to them, see how long it takes till he screams and begs for mercy.
Riku pulled the fridge open and eyed the two full cases of beer. There was barely any food in the house but there, of course, was plenty of beer. They could go hungry as long as he had the beer. Riku quickly snatched one out of the door, not wanting to stare at the sickening stuff any long than he had to. A cold, large hand was placed on his shoulder and he jumped around, holding the bottle close to him so he didn't drop it. He didn't need to give his father another excuse to beat him.
Jim stood before him, his hands on his hips. He was a big man, his broad shoulders making him look eve bigger than he actually was. He had always scared Riku. The bottle hit the ground as he was pushed forward and against the counter, Jim's lips connecting with his in a rough kiss.
"No," Riku said as he squirmed underneath him, trying to get away.
Kim's hands searched his body, grasping 'him' from outside his pants, squeezing him hard, "I can make you feel good..." He whispered into Riku's ear, licking it gently.
"No, leave me alone." Riku barked back, putting up the tough guy persona.
Jim squeezed harder and Riku whimpered out, trying to move away from Jim's large hand, "You think you're so strong, boy, you're nothing." He barked back into his ear, rolling his hips against Riku's so he could feel the rising erection.
"No..." Riku begged before his father stormed into the kitchen to see what shattered and why it was taking so long for Riku to get his beer.
"Jim." He hissed under his breath, sounding more sober than he had in years, "Get your hands off my boy."
Jim's hands instantly let go and Riku fell to the ground. His legs couldn't hold him any longer, his body was shaking too bad. Jim smiled down at him, licking his lips, "I'm sorry." He said to Riku's father before quickly making his way back to the living room where everyone else was.
"Get to your room boy and don't come out," he barked at the shaking boy, "Don't come out ill he's gone."
Riku jumped up instantly and ran up the stairs, not looking back at his father who watched as he rushed into his room. He was instantly in the bathroom that was connected to his room, puking up what little he had eaten all day.
He fell asleep there, arms wrapped tightly around his waist, his burning head against the cool porcelain of the toilet.
"Guess you won't as innocent as everyone thinks," Ansem said laughing as he brought him out of the memory.
TBC
I am so sorry for the long wait, I hate my self at the moment, that's more than 4 months and I have no idea when the next chapter will be up... hopefully sooner than this one was but I'm not making any promises...
Thank you for the reviews and not flaming me for not updating.
"Ah, is the little boy in pain?" Ansem asked, laughing loudly.
The pain spiked as Ansem spoke, tearing his brain apart and causing him to whimper. What was happening? What was happening? His whole body was shaking now and Ansem was closing in on him. Riku tried to scoot back as Ansem leaned down beside him; reaching out to gently run his hand through his hair, "What..." Riku tried to speak but couldn't finish, the tears were so closing to falling from his eyes and flowing down his cheek.
"What, boy?" He asked as his hand trailed down to cup his cheek, "I'm still in that pretty head of yours."
Riku screamed as the pain in his head became unbearable and his vision blackened, leaving him locked in darkness.
As soon as he opened his eyes again he found himself laying on the cold ground, he had no idea where he was. If it was a part of End of the World then he had never seen it before. It was empty. There was nothing in the dark room except for four black walls. He pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his head into his knees.
He had screwed up again.
He was a screw up, plain and simple. He always screwed everything up, never thinking things through before he acted. Or if he actually did try and think things through, he never thought of the bad things that could happen. He thought he was always right and that nothing could ever go wrong. He was so stupid.
Everyone had looked up at him on the island, revering in his glory. In their minds he was some perfect light skinned creature, someone from dreams. He was perfect to them. He was happy to them. He was good to them. He was an Angel to them. He was everything to them... except what he actually was. They thought he was confident, that he never questioned himself.. How wrong they were. He always second-guessed him self, he would lay awake at night wondering if he did the right thing, said the right thing. He spent hours staring up at his ceiling thinking about how things could have gone smoother, how things could have turned out right. So instead of doing that before he acted he would do it at night, after the fact.
He was pathetic. He snorted at that, it was ironic that everyone looked up to him, looked up at a screw up. So many little kids on the island wanted to be just like him, strived to be able to fight just like him, to fish just like him. If they knew how awful a person he truly was they wouldn't look at him twice, scared that some of his darkness might wipe off on them if they looked too long.
"Are you sad, pet?" He heard Ansem's voice ask but he couldn't see his body anywhere yet, he slowly backed up into a corner so Ansem couldn't sneak up on him.
"Fuck off!" He called back, keeping an eye open carefully for when Ansem materialized.
Ansem laughed at him, angering him farther, as he stepped through the wall, "Guess who I visited today while my pet slept?"
Riku glared at him, "I'm not you God damn pet!" He yelled at him, struggling to push himself to his feet,
Ansem ignored him as he flipped his long silver hair over his shoulders, his amber eyes digging into Riku, "Daddy dearest." He said simply, smiling at Riku widely.
Riku dropped back down to the ground, having managed to almost stand straight. He stared up at Ansem, fear filling his eyes, "What... Why?" He mumbled out, scooting as to the wall as he could possibly get.
"He was more than a little drunk at the time... it was only noon and the poor guy was already gone." Ansem made a tsking noise then kneeled before Riku, "He told me a few rather interesting facts about your childhood." He whispered into Riku's ear, causing him to shiver.
He didn't have the strength to push Ansem away, he felt so drained . "What... what did he tell you?" He asked quietly, unable to raise his voice any louder.
"Hmm..." Ansem said slowly, bringing his lips close to Riku's, "Oh you know, how he punished you... he thinks it's his fault that you're missing."
Suddenly he was back on the island. On his island, in his house. It was just a few days before 'the night'. It was just a few says before they left. He had gotten home late, having lost track of time while he played with Sora. He felt sick almost instantly as he watched his father stumble into the house followed by a few of his friends from the bar. For some reason everyone in town still thought him to be a good man even though he visited the bar daily.
"Where were you, boy?" His father demanded, his words slurring from the alcohol already in his system.
"Out." Riku said as he bit his tongue, trying to keep from saying some smart ass comment.
He wasn't expecting to be slapped, He wasn't expecting his father's hand to connect to the back of his head. What had he done? Though he should be use to it by now, it had been going on for ages now. He should have learnt to expect his father's fist to begin to fly at any given moment. For some reason he could never get that through his thick skull though, he was so stupid, "WHERE were you?" He demanded, pushing Riku back as his friends laughed.
"On the main island," Riku said softly, forcing himself not to look his father in the eyes, forcing himself not to see the anger behind those blue eyes.
His father's fist pulled back then connected with his stomach, "Why won't you home when you were suppose to be?"
"I... I lost track of time..." He mumbled as he fought to catch his breath.
"You are so fucking stupid! You're worthless Riku!" He screamed as he through Riku down to the ground, kicking him in the ribs for good measure.
"I...I'm sorry.": He mumbled as he brought his arms up to cover his head and face.
"Not worth a damn thing!" His father screamed again kicking him one last time before ordering him, "Go get me a damn beer."
Riku instantly jumped up, his body shaking in fear and relief. He got off lucky this time, it could have been much worse. His father liked to show off in front of friends. He loved to show off and they all liked watching him moan in pain. It was like a game to them, see how long it takes till he screams and begs for mercy.
Riku pulled the fridge open and eyed the two full cases of beer. There was barely any food in the house but there, of course, was plenty of beer. They could go hungry as long as he had the beer. Riku quickly snatched one out of the door, not wanting to stare at the sickening stuff any long than he had to. A cold, large hand was placed on his shoulder and he jumped around, holding the bottle close to him so he didn't drop it. He didn't need to give his father another excuse to beat him.
Jim stood before him, his hands on his hips. He was a big man, his broad shoulders making him look eve bigger than he actually was. He had always scared Riku. The bottle hit the ground as he was pushed forward and against the counter, Jim's lips connecting with his in a rough kiss.
"No," Riku said as he squirmed underneath him, trying to get away.
Kim's hands searched his body, grasping 'him' from outside his pants, squeezing him hard, "I can make you feel good..." He whispered into Riku's ear, licking it gently.
"No, leave me alone." Riku barked back, putting up the tough guy persona.
Jim squeezed harder and Riku whimpered out, trying to move away from Jim's large hand, "You think you're so strong, boy, you're nothing." He barked back into his ear, rolling his hips against Riku's so he could feel the rising erection.
"No..." Riku begged before his father stormed into the kitchen to see what shattered and why it was taking so long for Riku to get his beer.
"Jim." He hissed under his breath, sounding more sober than he had in years, "Get your hands off my boy."
Jim's hands instantly let go and Riku fell to the ground. His legs couldn't hold him any longer, his body was shaking too bad. Jim smiled down at him, licking his lips, "I'm sorry." He said to Riku's father before quickly making his way back to the living room where everyone else was.
"Get to your room boy and don't come out," he barked at the shaking boy, "Don't come out ill he's gone."
Riku jumped up instantly and ran up the stairs, not looking back at his father who watched as he rushed into his room. He was instantly in the bathroom that was connected to his room, puking up what little he had eaten all day.
He fell asleep there, arms wrapped tightly around his waist, his burning head against the cool porcelain of the toilet.
"Guess you won't as innocent as everyone thinks," Ansem said laughing as he brought him out of the memory.
TBC
I am so sorry for the long wait, I hate my self at the moment, that's more than 4 months and I have no idea when the next chapter will be up... hopefully sooner than this one was but I'm not making any promises...
Thank you for the reviews and not flaming me for not updating.