Woot, chapter two of 'Wishes' complete! Enjooooy!

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'Wishes'

'Wake up!'

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I think I had only two thoughts when I woke up. One was: 'when did the beach have a mirror?', and the second was 'When did my hair get so long?' It took me a moment to adjust to the dimness of the…Room? I was in a room? And my head was in someone's lap…My 'reflections' lap, I think. When my 'reflection' reached a hand out to touch along my cheek, I promptly screamed. Thank anything holy that I didn't scream like a girl. Sora screamed like a girl. The thought stopped me dead. I was frozen with my heart in my throat.

"Where the fuck is Sora? And who the hell are you people?" I glared at the one who had been touching me, "Get your hands away from me." I growled out as I stood. Standing wasn't a good idea. I slumped against the wall and tried to blink my eyes into focus. How did I get here? I remember the storm coming…And then that shooting star Sora saw…Then nothing. It was odd and the thought that I might have been swallowed back into the darkness while I was out terrified me. I shook my head lightly and lifted me eyes to take in the new faces I saw.

"Ha has such a pretty mouth." Said the man who had been touching me, snapping from my daze like musings.

"Vocabulary, you mean?" This from a girl with short brown hair and a grin that reminded me eerily of Selphie's grin. Only this girl's was a lot less innocent. I began to fear for my safety. Between the guy who had been touching me, and every one else in the room? Heh, I was scared shitless.

"No, mouth." And he reached his hand up to touch me and I don't know why I punched him. I think it was purely reflex, you know, fight or flight? Guess which one I chose. Besides, I really didn't like to be touched by people I didn't know. The punch didn't have much power behind it, but I heard his teeth click together, saw that first trickle of blood before I was tore away by a man with goggles on his head,

"Jeeze kid! Ya gotta death wish?"

I had to think about that one for a second, "Well… Yeah. We all die someday." I said as casually as I could while I was glaring daggers at the man with silver hair, so it didn't come out as casual. He stood and he was very imposing, using every bit of his six-foot plus frame to intimidate me, and it worked. Something was peculiar about him, and it didn't take me long to place exactly what it was. A black wing lay folded on the left side of his back, but oddly enough, it didn't look out of place. It fit him perfectly.

The anger I saw in his eyes, the rage that burned like twin colored flames did not seem out of place, either. That anger fit him perfectly, filling his eyes with aqua colored fire. His strong face was one to be thinned out in anger. He took one step forward, and he made no sound. I didn't flick my eyes down, because you should never take your eyes from an opponent… You should always be aware, too. So when Cid pulled me back a step, I almost stumbled. Shows how aware I was.

"You've bled me." His tone matched the rest of him; deep, dark and strangely sexy. He made a show of licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes on my form the entire time. He gave me the classic once over, pausing over certain areas. If I didn't feel like shit I would have hit him again. He took another step forward, slower this time and gave me an evil little smile; a wicked grin that reminded me of the one Ansem used to give me. It made me shiver, but instead of fear, I chose to put arrogance into my voice.

"Yea, what of it?" I replied, much more arrogant than I felt. I sort of worried for my safety right now….

"You'll pay for that." He said smoothly, as if he had made this threat a hundred times before. The thought unnerved me and I fought not to curl my arms around myself as I watched him try and menace me. Thankfully, I'm good at comebacks and not backing down.

"Sorry, I left my wallet at home. I'll have to give you and IOU." I bit off before I could think what I said. The look in his eye… I didn't like it.

He laughed, and I felt my skin get up and crawl away from my body, leaving me vulnerable, "Oh… You do owe me." What had I gotten myself into, now? "Let him go, Cid."

The man holding me, Cid let go as if he had been burned, "Yer on yer own, kiddo." He held his hands out in front of him as if to say 'not my fault' and it wasn't his fault.

I blamed my attitude and my big mouth. The man closed the distance between us and I stared up into his face and arrogantly, I met his eyes. I seemed to be very, very arrogant today. But, hey, waking up in a strange place will do that to a guy. The urge to smash his face was so physical that it tightened my arms, made me clench my fists. But I didn't get a chance to hit him again.

Because his next move really caught me off guard. In a blur of motion, his hand came forward to cradle my face between his hands…His hands were smooth, and soft and I almost leaned into him. That was until he kissed me. But…Kissing wasn't even the right word. He was eating me alive, devouring me, and not romantically. I felt his teeth lock onto my lower lip and I had a moment of pure lust, but it went as quickly as it had come, and I balled up my fist and hit him as hard as I could in his chest. He only bit down harder, making me moan softly into his mouth.

He seemed to like that response and one hand slipped from my face to dart around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. If I struggled too much, he was going to bite my lip off. I tasted blood, thick and metallic on my tongue and I knew that he had bled me in return. What he was doing right now was a complete fucking paradox. He held me so gently, as if I would break in his arms, and at the same time he threatened to rip my lip off. I made another noise, and this one was of pain and I slid my hand up to clasp around his throat, digging my fingers in on either side of his windpipe. He froze and I watched him look at me with a quizzical expression before he, almost gently, let go of my lip and slid away from me, before I could really blink. He was damn fast.

He smiled with lips stained crimson with my blood. That smile slowly turned to a grin, and his teeth were red, as well. It had begun to trickle slowly down his chin and he made a show of licking it all away, and looking very satisfied. That frightening grin faded to an amused smirk, "You no longer owe me."

"You… are a fucking psycho." I mumbled, not having full use of my mouth. I felt my lip beginning to swell as I licked the inside of the bite marks and wiped the blood from my chin. There were marks on the outside of my lip and it would leave one hell of a bruise.

"Maybe." He said simply, shrugging, "But you liked it."

I glared, "I've taken a vow a silence, now where the hell is Sora?"

"The boy who defeated me? … I do not know." He gave a shrug that meant everything and nothing at the same time. I hated that motion.

"I would really like some names before I run screaming into the night."

"Our names will not help."

"Shut up and speak."

The man who had nearly bitten my lip off gave a low bow, "My sincerest apologies. I am Sephiroth."

"Cid Highwind." Said the gruff man who smelled of cigarettes and had…Well, almost saved my life.

"Yuffie Kisaragi, at your service!" She jumped and waved her arms at me. I lifted my brow and took a step back, which put me closer to Sephiroth. Not an improvement.

"Sora told me about you. You're annoying." I said lazily, waving a hand for some sort of emphasis.

"You know Sora!" She bounded up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, squeezing, "Where is he! We miss him!"

I coughed and sputtered, slapping at her arms, "I've only said his name five times—Let me go!" I struggled with her for what seemed like a long time. Every time I would pry her hands away, she would cling again, screaming about Sora in my ear. "Gah! My hair! Let me go you fucking chipmunk!"

"Yuffie." A soft voice full of warning and Yuffie let me go. I must have looked as ruffled as I felt. I slid a hand through my hair, pulling my bangs away from my face and placing my hand atop my head to keep my bangs out of my eyes. I eyed the girl who had just come in through the door.

"Hello. My name is Aerith Gainsborough. It's nice to meet you, Riku!"

"How do you know my name?" I asked, not trusting this situation one bit.

"Sora has told me a lot about you."

It took me a moment to adjust. These must have been the people Sora had been talking about. But I didn't have much time to think as Aerith rushed over to me, cupping my face in her hands, "Oh dear… How did you do that?" She touched my lip and I winced. I jerked a thumb in Sephiroth's direction, not daring to speak since she had a hold of my lip tenderly. She gave him a disdainful look. He spread his palms wide in front of himself,

"He asked for it."

"I did not! Ow…" She placed a finger on my lips, but I ignored her, "Bite me again, Seph, and see what happens." I growled out. Ha! I ruffled his feathers all right. He lifted his chin and snorted, mumbling something about 'brat-ish children' as he went to sit beside the fire, to make sure his coat was okay I guess.

Aerith took her time inspecting my lip and I fought to stay still as a cool sensation flood my body and her hand began to glow a soft green. I had never seen a Cure spell this close. It shimmered and roiled through her hands and onto my lip as if it had a life of it's own, but it had no weight to it. I would never understand magic.

"There. You'll have a bruise, and some slight swelling, but it isn't bleeding anymore." She announced cheerily, her hands coming to clasp behind her back.

"Thanks… Mind telling me why I'm here? Or rather, how I got here?"

That seemed to puzzle her. She glanced down the floor and frowned softly, "I don't really know why you're here, Riku."

"That helps…" I said, making sure the sarcasm showed, "Where's Sora?"

She ignored me completely, "I think you came from the sky. Sephiroth found you, and brought you back here."

"Where is Sora?" I hissed to her, my eyes narrowing, fists clenching at my sides.

"He's safe." This from Sephiroth as he shifted his coat on the chair to expose a damper side to the fire, "Leon won't let anything happen to his favorite toy. Neither would Cloud."

My glare fell a fraction, falling into a look of defeat. Sephiroth gave that laugh that made my skin crawl upon seeing the look on my face, but he didn't say anything. I needed answers…And Sephiroth seemed to be the only would who would give me those answers. Aerith just watched me, her face calm, her eyes peaceful, and she didn't say anything either. Cid looked like he really didn't care, and Yuffie looked like she was going to pounce on me at any given moment. I hoped she didn't. I took a steadying breath,

"Can I go see him?"

"You strike me as the jealous type. I'm not sure if that would be wise." Sephiroth said cryptically. I narrowed my eyes at him,

"Why not?"

He laughed again, and I growled, "You have no idea what those three are…up to."

"They won't be up to anything because he's mine." I said pointedly, crossing my arms over my chest, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

Another laugh from Sephiroth. He was beginning to really piss me off, "And how, exactly, do you make some one yours? How do you claim a human being?" He gathered his coat and slung it over his shoulders, pulling his arms through the tight leather and adjusting his wing so it lay on the outside of his coat. When he turned away from me, I noticed a large rip. That must have been how he fit his wing through. Or maybe it was an accident and he never bothered to fix it. I didn't muse on this for long, because he came to stand in front of me, reaching a hand out to touch beneath my chin lightly, a cuffing movement so I would meet his eyes, "Succumb." He said, his voice void of anything, and turned on his heel and walked back out into the rain that had become only light drizzle by now.

I was confused, and I was tired… I wasn't sure but I think I had a fever. I felt dizzy, and blackness ate at the edges of my vision. Succumb? Succumb to what? I was so lost… They wouldn't let me go see him.

Why? Why couldn't I go see Sora? Did I really believe that he would run from my arms to another pair of arms, more able to protect him? Did I think that he would leave me, even after all we had been through?

Yes. I did. And then the blackness took me.

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Yay! Another chapter complete! The next chapter should be in either normal POV, or Sora's. I haven't decided yet. Poor Riku, don't you just want to hug him? Seems like his depression is back, in full force! And you all thought this was going to be sappy!

Riku: What exactly am I succumbing to?

Ookami: Your real preferences.

Riku: What the hell does that mean?

Ookami: You're straight! Admit it!

Riku: … I'm going to kill you.

Allow me. –tackles Ookami and beats him, shoving him into a closet… Dusts his hands off- There we go!

Riku: Thank you. –nods and wanders off to molest Sora-

…-grabs his camera and follows- Expect the next chapter up soon! Love to all, and review!

-!Phoenix!-