Mmm-hmm. Yep, this is actually the Donald and Goofy chapter. Donald's going to meet with a different end, since the original way seemed too indirectly connected to Ansem. Incidentally this'll be the chappie with teh yaoi. This one was written under the influence of J-rock (Malice Mizer and Moi dix Mois), so don't bug me if it gets weird.
This'll be set up in three parts, like scenes, 'kay?
-/The Gruesome Deaths of Donald and Goofy\-
-Scene One: Enter the players-
Sephiroth jerked awake. He had been dozing slightly on his couch when someone had rung his doorbell. Slightly confused, he stood and walked to the door. His eyes widened.
Ansem stood on the other side, watching him with interest.
For a moment neither spoke. Then Ansem spoke.
"You haven't changed at all, my love," he murmured.
"Oh god…" Sephiroth breathed as he collapsed into Ansem's arms. Ansem held him close, stroking his hair. "I missed you… where were you?"
"You don't want to know," Ansem replied. He and Sephiroth headed back inside, hand in hand. They sat on the couch, leaning against each other. Sephiroth cuddled close to Ansem, nuzzling his face against Ansem's neck.
"Ansem… I heard… things… terrible things…" Sephiroth murmured. "I heard… you were…"
"Shh, shh," Ansem whispered. "Don't worry…" He petted Sephiroth's hair soothingly. He gently tipped Sephiroth's head back and kissed him deeply. Sephiroth's fingers knotted themselves in Ansem's shirt as he fell back against the couch, pulling Ansem with him. Ansem drew back and gazed into his lover's eyes.
"I missed you," Sephiroth murmured again. Ansem sighed and smiled.
"I missed you too," he replied. He kissed along Sephiroth's neck, along his jaw line, up to his lips. Here he paused for a long, passionate kiss that left them breathless. Panting slightly, Ansem tugged on Sephiroth's shirt, finally pulling it away. Movements quickening, they pressed themselves together, Sephiroth relieving Ansem of his shirt.
Their chests heaved as they kissed again; it was as if they were trying to make sure the other was there, that this wasn't a dream, and they were really together again. Sephiroth moaned softly as they parted. He moaned again as Ansem began to kiss his chest, and Sephiroth tangled his fingers in Ansem's hair. Sephiroth took hold of Ansem's face and kissed him hard. They started to fall off the couch, but neither made any move to slow their fall.
They toppled off the couch, landing with a thud. Neither cared as they continued exploring each other, fingers dancing over bared skin. By then, Ansem had completely forgotten why he was there in the first place. All he could think about was his lover moaning below him. The only thought in his mind was Sephiroth, how much he loved him, how much he'd missed him, how much he so fully wanted him.
And Sephiroth's mind was fogged; he was unable to form one coherent thought due to Ansem's weight atop him. He gave in completely to Ansem, needing him so much that any and all forms of resistance melted away. He kissed him as fiercely as he could, holding him close as their tongues seemed to battle for supremacy. Sephiroth's fingers were tangled in Ansem's hair, pulling rather painfully, but Ansem didn't notice.
Gasping harshly, they drew apart, lips swollen and slightly bruised. Moaning softly at the lack of contact, Sephiroth desperately pulled Ansem close again, hands raking over his lover's back and arms. He brushed his lips over Ansem's collarbone, fingers tracing over Ansem's tense stomach. Ansem distracted him by running his tongue over the supple skin at Sephiroth's neck. Sephiroth moaned loudly.
That night, they made up for all the time spent apart.
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They were lying on the couch, utterly spent. Sephiroth was cuddled up to Ansem, head resting on his bare chest. They'd thrown a blanket over themselves, and Sephiroth was starting to fall asleep, one hand idly toying with a few strands of his lover's hair. Ansem didn't mind too much. He lay there, quietly enjoying Sephiroth's warm form against him. He too started to slip off, Sephiroth dozing against him. Then he remembered why he was there.
"Sephiroth?" he murmured, gazing down at his lover. Sephiroth woke and looked up at him.
"…What?"
"Can you still do necromancy?"
-Scene Two: Goofy-
Goofy awoke in an overgrown graveyard. He blinked. How had he gotten here? The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in the field.
He looked around. Most of the gravestones were broken and crumbling into dust, though a few here and there remained intact. Long grass had grown over the graves, dead flowers occasionally resting against a few graves. The place looked as though it hadn't been taken care of for some time.
Goofy cast the graves a wary look. He jumped as a crow cawed from a skeletal tree. He whipped around to stare at it. The crow glared at him with beady black eyes. It cocked its head and cawed at Goofy again. It spread its wings and flew away, towards the forest. Goofy turned his gaze ahead and beheld a rundown church.
The church was in a worse state of disrepair than the graveyard. Most of the stained glass windows were broken, leaving large gaps in the images they carried. The shutters slammed against the walls in the wind, most of them missing slats. The door hung open at an angle, revealing thick inky darkness within. Goofy shuddered. It reminded him too much of Kingdom Hearts. Slowly he advanced into the church.
Wrinkling his nose at the musty smell, he looked around. All the pews were askew and covered with dust. Goofy gripped his shield tightly and carefully headed in, his feet making soft noises in the dust. Some of the glass from the windows lay on the floor. Leaves occasionally fluttered in his wake as he passed.
"What are you doing here?"
Goofy looked up at the voice. "I dunno," he replied. "I just sorta wandered in."
The speaker was an extremely thin priest clad in a hooded robe. His robes hung loosely from his frame. Goofy got the feeling that even the tightest robes would have been loose on him. His hood hid his face, but Goofy thought his voice sounded familiar.
"Well, would you care to pray? Perhaps you can discover why you're here," the priest said. Goofy nodded and advanced to the altar. It too was covered with dust, though the candles showed signs of being recently tended. Goofy looked up at the large statue of the Virgin Mary. Her carved face gazed down with an austere expression, the shadows on her face only serving to make the statue even eerier. Goofy cowered.
The doors slammed open in a gust of wind, and Goofy panicked. He whipped around and lashed out at the priest. The robes crumpled like empty rags.
"For shame. It's a sin to kill a priest, you know, even if it was just a construct."
Goofy whipped around at the sound of that horribly familiar voice. Ansem stood near the altar, perilously close to Goofy. He grinned broadly.
"You'd better run," he admonished. "Standing around gawping will get you nowhere. I'll give you twenty minutes." A brass clock appeared in the air next to him. The minute hand began to spin as Ansem spoke again. "Starting now."
Goofy ran. He turned around and darted out of the church, through the graveyard. Something grabbed his ankle and he fell hard. He twisted around and saw a decayed hand clinging resolutely to him. He cried out and slammed it with his shield. The hand released him, and he scrambled to his feet.
"Fifteen minutes!"
Goofy stopped at the forest's edge and turned behind him. The surfaces of the graves were cracking, discharging their inhabitants, all in varying stages of decay. Some were mostly intact, while others were merely walking skeletons. He cried out in horror, and turned and ran again. He kept running until he tripped over something.
He slammed headfirst into a tree. He groaned and rolled over, trying to see what he'd stepped on. A man stepped out of the trees. He looked similar to Ansem, though his hair was far longer, and his eyes were blue. He was gazing down at Goofy with contempt. Ansem stepped out of the trees to stand next to him.
"He's… clumsy," the newcomer said. "He failed to watch where he was going, though he was running for his life. He tripped over my foot."
"Well, it doesn't matter. His twenty minutes are up," Ansem said. A zombie shuffled out of the trees, mostly intact except for a gaping hole on its side. Intestines and entrails spilled from the hole.
The zombie shuffled over to the dazed Goofy and took him by the neck. It shook him hard. Goofy's head flopped from side to side, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He made a choking noise; then was silenced. His neck snapped, and the zombie paused. It shook him again.
"He's dead," Sephiroth said to the zombie. It turned its muddy eyes on him and stared at him. "Do what you will." The zombie dropped Goofy's corpse, then bent to his neck. The zombie began gnawing at him, tearing him apart, slowly devouring him. When the zombie had gnawed off Goofy's head and eaten it, it left the corpse and returned to the graveyard.
Ansem turned to Sephiroth.
"Thanks, my love," he murmured. He embraced Sephiroth, and the two stood in each other's arms for a moment. Ansem kissed Sephiroth, twining their fingers together. They slowly drew apart.
"When will you be back?" Sephiroth asked, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes.
"As soon as I can, beloved," Ansem replied, touching his forehead to Sephiroth's. Silently, Sephiroth teleported away, leaving Ansem alone with Goofy's corpse. Ansem stared at it for a minute, then smirked.
-Scene Three: Donald-
Donald quacked loudly, tapping his foot on the oily city streets. He looked around. He was in a city, a damp, dark, slummy city where no one in their right mind would go willingly. The buildings were old and decrepit, with broken and boarded up windows. The few people out and about were either unfortunate homeless souls or drunk. Some were merely men who'd been kicked out by their wives. Donald glanced up at the sky.
Thick, heavy clouds were building, threatening rain. The few working streetlights threw down shimmering orange circles, revealing homeless people sitting against the posts. Donald warily passed them, heading to a small kiosk on the corner. Unfamiliar symbols were visible on its blue awning.
He walked under the awning and looked around. A few men sat over the bar, nursing strong liquors. They bore morose, uncaring attitudes, plainly trying to drown their sorrows in alcohol. He sat on one of the stools. Someone came in from the back, wiping his hands on a towel.
"You're new," he said. "And you're a duck. What's a walkin' meal doin' here?"
"Trying to find out where I am!" Donald snapped. "I'm not a meal! Anyone who tries to eat me will find themselves crushed by a gravity spell!"
"Will they, now," the man replied indifferently. "Well, yanno what? Money and liquor are th' only spells 'round here, duck. No fancy gravity spells or whatever. You want anything?"
"What is there?"
"Nuffin' much. I rec'mend th' firewhiskey." Without waiting for a reply, the man slid a shot glass of some steaming liquid down the bar to Donald. He carefully picked it up, eying it cautiously.
"What is it? Is it edible?" he asked.
The man shrugged. "Edible enough," he said. He then started to wipe out a glass with a rag. Donald carefully tasted the firewhiskey, then gagged and spat it out. He started coughing violently. The man shook his head and dropped a plate of mushrooms in front of Donald.
"Try chewin' on those," he said, with a hint in his voice that he'd had to deal with this before. "Fly agaric. That oughtta take the bite out."
Donald carefully gnawed on the mushrooms. They were like nothing he'd ever tasted, and he eagerly ate the rest. The man watched, a smirk forming on his face. A few minutes later, Donald left. The man looked at the plate and grinned. The duck had ingested over half the mushrooms.
"Have fun trying to digest Amanita virosa. Destroying angel," he murmured. "You'll be dead before you know it." (1)
Meanwhile Donald had stumbled into an alley, clutching his stomach. He groaned, face twisted in anguish. He cried out in pain and fell over. He gave a shuddering breath, and lay still. The man from the kiosk stepped out of the shadows, followed by the other customers. The forms of the other customers began to melt and shift, slowly turning to those of Heartless. The man smirked. He slowly let his own illusory disguise fall.
Ansem bent to the duck's still form, looking him over. A slow grin spread across his face.
"Destroying angel never fails," he murmured.
-End part two-
A/N: Heh, so much for Donald and Goofy! Anyway, yes, Goofy's death was the same. B.U.T. Donald got killed by a mushroom! XD w00t, yaoi! Never really intended this fic to have any romance whatsoever, but the yaoi found its way into the first version, and boy howdy did it find its way into this one! XDXDXD
(1): Amanita virosa: Of the fly agaric species of wild mushroom. While some fly agarics are relatively innocuous yet hallucinogenic, A. virosa, or "destroying angel", is quite deadly. When eaten, it tastes like a delicacy, yet within hours of ingestion, you'd die. I had to research psychedelic mushrooms for health class, and destroying angels were mentioned.
So don't do drugs, dear readers! Particularly shrooms, since you're at the mercy of whoever's selling them to you and they might treat them with chemicals to enhance the experience. Besides, psylocibes are illegal.
There. Now you have a little moral lesson from me and you can say you learned something today.
This is going to sound really nerdy, but mycology (study of mushrooms) is actually sort of interesting.
And I'll let you all wonder whether my nerdiness knows no bounds.
