Eep! Sorry for the long wait! I went to Ozzfest, and even though I can't keep my head upright, I still posted a chapter for you all! Be happy!

But, really. I am very sorry about that long wait. I have a feeling, that in a few chapters, things will pick up. I just need to be pelted with The Fruit of Inspiration.

Warnings: Not many in this chapter. Mentions of past rape and a lot of cursing. Seph strikes me as really psychotic in this chapter. Is it just me, or do you all see that, too?

Anyway, enjoy chapter six of Wishes: 'Nobody's Home' !

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'Wishes'

'Nobody's Home'

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I awoke slowly, as if I were coming from a dream, reality becoming more apparent as I began to move and open my eyes. My throat was dry, and my head was throbbing. I felt as though I been crying…

Then it came back to me in tiny bits and pieces. Sora…he…

My throat felt tight and I would be damned if I would shed one fucking tear. He got all the tears he was going to get out of me.

I couldn't believe it; I refused to believe it… But I had to believe it… It was the only explanation as to why Sephiroth was sitting beside my bed, eyes closed, hands folded in his lap. He was still shirtless, and that made my stomach turn as I rolled over to face the wall.

He had tried to molest me…he had tried to touch me, and I ran from his greedy arms into the arms of a depression greater than any other I had ever known. I felt so hollow, so empty…

But I also felt whole. It was odd. I was complete with this inching doubt, this terrible loneliness; that inky blackness that threatened to take over my soul. I gave a grim smile at the wall, pulling the blankets tighter to my chin.

The darkness didn't seem so bad now. I would welcome it, I think, if it came at me. I would go to it if it beckoned me. If I felt that tug on my heart, I think I would run to it…

Just like I would run to Sora if he said 'Hey, let's go.'

More tears stung at my eyes and I let myself sob. I let myself cry, because I had lost something so great and wonderful. I had lost my light, my balance… The one person that made me complete. Without Sora, I felt like a shell, devoid of everything, He was meant to fill those empty, black, throbbingspaces.

I missed him… And it was my fault… It was my entire fault. My fingers fisted into the blankets, my knuckles turned white and I fought to rip the thin material apart, to shred it to match the state of my heart. The cloth began to give, and a hand settled atop my own.

"Stop." His voice was cold, but his face was concerned. I winced softly and shied away from him. Sephiroth lifted a brow and rolled me onto my back, settling his hand on my cheek, "Don't be frightened. I chased them away for you."

"Fuck you." I growled, my eyes narrowing.

I guess I should have expected it. His face remained impassive as he struck me across the cheek, like you would hit a dog when it didn't listen. "That is not what you say."

"What the fuck am I supposed to say? Thanks for crushing my hope? Thanks for keeping away from the only person I feel safe with in this strange place?"

A smile curled his lips, and I felt my stomach twitch uncomfortably at that predatory gleam in his eye. He leaned down slowly, the hand still on my cheek and his lips brushed mine softly, "Thank me for keeping you safe, my little one…"

"I am not your little one." I growled, biting his lip harshly. He slapped me again and my vision exploded into stars. I was helpless, I was weak…

This wasn't me. This wasn't who I was. I had to get away…I had to run… I had to apologize to Sora for my outburst.

Fuck my pride, and fuck my stubborn way of thinking. I loved Sora more than this doubt, more than this hollow empty shell. I loved him more than myinching blackness, and my want, my need to get even. I loved him more than I loved to kill what I hated.

But did I deserve him? Did I even deserve his purity? I had shown to myself that I was tainted by my selfish lust, my selfish need to be comforted and held by a stranger. I already knew that I was tainted by the dark, but I had pushed that aside when we had first fallen in love.

Now I wasn't so sure that I should have. More of me was tainted by the dark than just my heart. I let the darkness into to an even more secret place than my heart. The Dark, it comes in many forms. And one form that wanted me was the man that had twisted my thinking in the first place.

Ansem. The name, even in my mind, still made me shiver with feelings I had tried so hard to brush away, to crush back into my subconscious. He had used me as his puppet, his toy to do with as he wished.

And the worst part? I let him. I let him do everything and anything to me because he was my savior. He was the one that would help me, heal me... Bring me back together again.

I never told Sora… hell, I never told anyone. I was tainted. It wasn't something I wanted to shout to the world, you know? I never thought much of it while it was happening… I welcomed it, embraced it.

But now that I look back, I know I was being manipulated. But I was still a kid… I accepted everything that was thrown at me, and I never really tried to think for myself.

I wish I had been stronger willed then… I wish I was stronger willed now.

Hell, I wish I could move without being hit again. Sephiroth was still leaning over me, touching my cheek softly with his knuckles. The cheek he had hit still stung slightly under his touch, but it was bearable. I wouldn't even try to shove him away. I really didn't want to get hit again.

"What are you thinking?"

I glared at him, "Thinking how I can get you to leave me the fuck alone."

He laughed and I shuddered lightly under his touch. "Oh, but you don't want that, do you?"

"Yes, actually. I really, really do." I sneered, turned my head away from his as he tried to bring his lips down on mine again. Instead, he touched his lips across my cheek, and I heard the faintest growl slid from his throat. Where the hell was Aerith when I really needed rescuing?

"You lie, my little one…" He said softly, his lips next to my ear. I felt myself freeze every muscle tensing until I was rigid with…Fear? Anger? Lust?

No, it wasn't lust. This creeping cold feeling that had settled into my guy was not lust…or anger. Hell, it wasn't fear. It was a terrible realization. I knew what was going to happen next if he kept going, kept moving at a lovers pace down my throat, across my shoulders.

I heard myself whimper softly as he nipped at my throat. I felt myself shiver as his hand moved to flutter to my stomach, splaying gently over my abdomen. He was controlling me, tearing into my subconscious until it was filled with nothing but cat green eyes, and silver tresses.

Why wasn't I trying to get away? Why wasn't I struggling, running? Heading for the goddamn hills?

I wasn't, because I couldn't. It took all of my will power not to cry out in pain as his mouth found my nipple, his teeth grating along the edge of my areola. I drew my lip under my teeth and bit down to stifle a whimper and I think he thought it I was spurring him on, because he chuckled darkly as he licked a little above my navel.

What was wrong, why wasn't I fucking running! I should have been on the edge of town by now, finding a small hole to hid in until he gave up looking for me…

Scratch that. I should have had Sora tucked under my arm, and we would be in my bed, on our island enjoy another blissful day.

My mind was still spinning, still trying to pick apart the improbabilities of ending up so far away from home. My mind reeled, and my anger flared, pushing back all the fear and the knowing feeling as I felt deft fingers slid into the waist line of my jeans, tugging them down inch by inch.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked tersely, my lips pulled into a thin, tight line.

"Why, I'm going to fuck you, my little one." He didn't even roll his eyes up to me as he touched the hollow of my hip with his tongue. I clenched my teeth, glaring daggers at the back of his head. I sat up slowly, my hand tracing down my body, fingers fluttering along his cheek until I nestled my hand into his hair. He leaned into my touch and gave a small sound of pleasure, and it made my lips pull back into a sneer.

With a twist of my hand, I had a handful of his hair, and I rose his head up level with mine, snapping off into his face; "Fuck is such an unromantic word."

He roared at me, trying to tear his head away from my grasp. I had minutes, no, seconds to decide what I did next. I drew back my left hand, balled up my fist and hit him as hard as I could in the jaw, turning my chest with it. I heard his teeth click together, and as I rolled from underneath him, I thought that it was a nice sound.

My fists were balled at my side and I was breathing hard. If I had something sharp, I would have stabbed the pretty bastard right in the throat. Sephiroth frightened me, and it wasn't until that moment, as I saw him sitting perfectly still that I realized how much her frightened me.

He was motionless, breathless. If his heart beat, if his muscled tensed, I never saw it. One hand touched his jaw and his other lay limply in his leather-clad lap. I took a step backwards, and I was ready to run, ready to bolt. I regretted what I did as much as I enjoyed doing it. It felt good to land a hit on my would-be rapist… But that feeling of self-fulfillment slowly shattered as his head turned slowly towards me.

His hair was matted on one side of his head where I had held so tightly, and the other side was untouched. My breath caught in my throat as I saw a single emerald eye, all ablaze with perfectly contained fury. I think I would have died on the spot if I had seen both pinpricks of black staring straight into my soul, unraveling me with not-so-hidden promises of pain and agony. I swallowed hard, and tried not to let the fear show on my face. I don't think I was doing a very good job.

I felt like a rabbit, trying to hide out in the open. If I stood still enough, the monster would pass me by, and I would live another day.

At this rate, I didn't think I was going to live another second.

I took another step back, hoping the door was behind me. I put a hand out to feel around the wall behind me, and a dark chuckle sounded from Sephiroth that made my blood freeze, my skin crawl.

"Why did you do that, Riku." He breathed, icy humor lacing his words together.

It sounded like a statement, not a question, so I didn't answer him. I just held my jaw tighter, readying myself for the onslaught that I knew was coming.

"Answer me." That tone held authority. It was a voice that made people bow to him, respect him and fear him all in the same breath. It made me wonder who the hell this guy thought he was. He reminded me of a tough-as-nails general for some hotshot army. It wasn't his command that made me answer. It was the 'die or speak' look in his eyes.

"You piss me off." Was the first thing out of my mouth, and I bit my tongue the moment I said it.

"I make a lot of people angry, Riku. But they never hit me… Especially if I grace them with my affections."

"Affections? You've got a funny way of showing your 'affections', asshole. You were going to fucking rape me." I said vehemently, crossing my arms over my chest and shifting my stance.

Sephiroth laughed again and I didn't shiver this time. Instead, I glared at him, baring my teeth in a snarl as he turned all of his attention towards me. His fingers lifted to smooth at his hair, flicking it behind his shoulder. He made the normally feminine gesture lookutterly masculine. A small smile curled his lips as he tilted his head to one side, as if studying me,

"I do not rape the willing." He stated casually. I scoffed.

"Bullshit. I was not willing. Not even the slightest! Unlike you, I have a lover to go back to."

That chuckle again. I swear that if he chuckled again I was going to… glare at him some more.

"Do you think your lover will want you?"

"Of course he will." I said arrogantly, lifting my chin and turning my head away from him, "He loves me."

"Ahh, butdoes he love you? You saw him with not one, but two other men. I think he has moved back to his old lovers."

I felt doubt, and my arrogant, snide demeanor fell just slightly as I dropped my head to look at my feet, "How do you know…" I mumbled out softly. I heard the crinkle of leather as Sephiroth moved closer to me. I saw his feet come into my vision ad he moved his hand to cup my chin, but I was having none of that. It didn't matter how doubtful I felt about Sora; I was not letting him touch me again. My arms came unfolded, on their own accord it seemed, and the back of my hand connected with his wrist and I heard him hiss slightly.

I seemed to have hit a weak point. I had two seconds to look up and smirk at the silver haired man before he made a dive for me.

This was going to be one of the most savage beatings of my life. I braced myself for it, bringing one arm up to protect my face as my back hit the floor with an aching thud. The first blow took me across the neck and I couldn't breathe. I began to choke, and my arm fell away from my face, and that's when the skull shattering blows came.

Closed fists connected with the side of my face, knuckles digging into my temple untilI thought I was going to pass out. My vision began to grow blurry and as his fist came in contact with my jaw, and tasted blood. He had busted my lip open, and he wasn't stopping anytime soon.

He was quick, and allI could do was lie there and not scream out for mercy.

It seeme dlike the beating when on for hours, but really, it only last a few moments. It wasn't long before fists turned to open handed slaps, and the open handed slaps faded into just a light caressing of fingertips across my bruised cheeks and my bleeding lip. I hadn't made a sound, and for that, I was proud of myself. I glared defiantly at the man who started intently down at him, his hands now braced beside my shoulders, his thighs pressing tightly to my sides.

If Sephiroth were anyone else, I think I would be turned on.

There was a look in his face that I hadn't really seen before, and I didn't know he was capable of showing such emotion. He looked pleased and astonished, all in the same breath. In the short time I had been here, I felt as though I had seen every expression that Sephiroth had. Anger and a blankness that made me wonder if anyone was home.

But someone was home in that twisted little skull of his. And that someone wanted me. I struggled as I watched his face lower towards mine, his tongue darting out to trace along the line of blood that had spilled from my lip and onto my chin. I tried to roll my face away from him, but to no avail. His hand moved to cup my face, finger tightening on my jaw line.

He made me meet his eyes. His empty, crazy, lust filled eyes. And I knew he wouldn't care how I reacted, and he didn't care how much I struggled.

Nobody was home. Here, or in Sephiroth's head.

Nobody was fucking home, and I was in deep shit.

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You all should love me, I got the next chapter out. Woot for randomness!

I'll tell you now… No, Riku is not going to be raped… before anyone asks! I would never do that to my Riku... In the present. Only Sora can rape him.

Okay, so...Chapter six is up…um…more chapters to come! Woot! Next chapter will have a sad Sora. GO SAD SORA!

Ookami: Sadist.

Bastard.

Ookami: Queen Fagboy.

Cannibal Wolf.

Ookami: … Touché.

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