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- Dream State - , Flashback , ' thoughts ', " Dialogue "
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Summary: Ansem the wise is the king of Twilight town. His brother Xemnas is not only jealous but intends for his son Sephiroth to take the throne instead of Ansem's son Riku. Unfortunately he knows just which buttons to push and Riku will have to use everything he knows to earn his rightful place as king.
Rating: T – For language, might raise the rating depending.
Warning: Spoilers from KH2, not much of them though. Yaoi, Riku +Sora pairing.
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(Chapter 2: The problem with boys)
"You're what?" Ansem the wise asked of his seventeen-year-old son who was kneeling before his throne and staring at his royal purple sneakers in fascination. That calm and collected tone of voice meant a myriad of different things, today it defined the confusion (soon to be anger) of a strange confession made to him by his one and only son.
Riku shivered from head to toe, if it had been anyone else talking to him like that it would've passed right over him without a seconds glance, but the silver-haired teen had always been unexplainably affected by any of his father's moods towards him. "I'm gay." He repeated, pretending to be fascinated by the checkerboard marble floor tile beneath his feet.
A black and white checkerboard in the shape of a pentagon was the national coat of arms, Riku had to wear a suit checkered in white and black whenever he went out to a formal meeting of the worlds. He thought it made him look like a jester rather than a prince, but that was neither here nor there.
"And how do you know that?" Ansem asked carefully, hoping that in his voice he managed to carry across his suspicions of the brown-haired servant that Riku had been seen with a few days earlier.
"Dad… come on, I've met every single girl in the universe and never once fell in love. I think it would be painfully obvious at that point." Riku replied, not for an instant giving in to that suspicious tone, knowing better than to do so.
The boy had a point, and in fact the king had considered this line of logic himself a time or two when one of Riku's particularly long and promising partners had ended up not working out for the silver-haired young man. The king ran his hand over his face and through his stark white hair.
"Riku… do you understand what this means?" Ansem asked the teenager, staring at him with a sense of incredible sadness.
Riku looked up into those sad eyes and swallowed hard, the meaning behind them not lost on his brilliant mind.
"You can't ever be king." Ansem finished quietly, sitting back in his chair and sighing softly.
Riku's sharp eyes wavered slightly as they tried to pry out the truth from the corners of the older man's eyes. Then he sighed and bowed his silver head, not really knowing what to say in response. He couldn't be king… it said so right in the rules that the future king had to marry… and he certainly couldn't marry another male, that sort of thing was banned by law as well.
"Well… I'm still royalty right?" Riku managed with a half-a-smile, up at his father.
The man rose out of his chair and at his full height, glanced down at the teenager solemnly. "Be careful my son… that's all I can tell you."
Riku nodded and kneeled for a while longer even after his father had left the room.
There was no chance, there would never be a chance for him, but he found it hadn't mattered nearly as much to him as it should have. Somehow, the idea that he could spend the rest of his life freely with the adorable young boy he'd met just a few days before brightened up the solemness of his mood. It would be alright, he just knew it would.
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"Sit, enjoy." Riku ordered as he watched the chocolate haired boy plop obediently into the white lounge chair beside him. Weeks into their slow relationship, Sora was finally getting used to wearing the fine clothing that Riku bought for him. He also had stopped asking Riku incessantly if he wanted anything, which Riku considered progress.
"So… this is your new pet." Said a slow drawl from the most foul of lips Riku had ever known to exist.
"He's not a pet Larxene." Riku said immediately in the brunette's defense, rising out of his chair and assuming a fighting stance as the blonde appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
"Oooo… he's a cutie! Can I play with him for a while?" Larxene asked silkily, her blue eyes wandering over Sora as though he were a large piece of chocolate cake. She even licked her lips to emphasize her point.
Sora shivered inadvertently from where he sat, not liking the look that that strange woman was giving him at all.
"He's not a toy Larxene… now beat it!" Riku ordered, his temper rising. He couldn't stand being in this woman's presence for more than a few minutes at most.
She sauntered lazily over to him and drew him to her, her long nails drawing along his shoulder muscles causing him to involuntarily twitch towards her. "Boo hoo… big meany doesn't want to share." She said, leaning over slightly to run her tongue along his earlobe. "Whatever happened between us Riku?" She asked flirtatiously, continuing to run her fingers in all the right places of his upper torso.
"I found out that you were a slut." He replied huskily, shivering involuntarily to her familiar touch.
"We shouldn't have let something so trivial get between us." She muttered, drawing her lips against his. A big mistake as suddenly she found herself sprawling into the dirt, Riku's face alive with fury.
"Get the hell out of my sight." He ordered angrily, pointing with his finger to emphasize his point.
"Touchy! Well excuuuse me!" She muttered angrily, vanishing from whence she came.
The scene had been almost an exact replay of the night he'd broken up with that bitch. He'd caught her with some other member of the guard, and she'd had the nerve to try to kiss him then too.
"Whore…" He muttered, turning around to see if Sora was alright.
The boy was simply staring at him curiously, and if Riku's eyes didn't deceive him, with a tinge of jealousy. He raised a delicate silver eyebrow and smiled, going over to sit near his angel. "Sorry 'bout that. Can't get rid of her… she works for my dad. Most annoying woman you'll ever meet in your entire life." Riku explained with a smile.
"Riku… how come you don't like girls?" Sora asked innocently, staring at him with his big blue eyes.
"Eh? What makes you think I don't like girls?" Riku asked in surprise of the question.
"Well… I just noticed that you don't have any female friends… you hang around with guys all the time and… um… well you kind of look at me funny." Sora said quietly, earning a stunned look from Riku.
"Do I now?" Riku asked, his face sliding into a mischievous grin.
"Uh… Riku? Why are you smiling at me like… mmrph!" Sora nearly leaped out of his skin when he found the older teens lips warmly pressing against his own.
Sora's first instinct was to push him away and run as far away as possible, but then a little voice in his head whispered, It's about time… and the idea was forgotten, Sora inexpertly raising his arms to wrap them around Riku's broad shoulders.
Riku slowly pulled back for air, both of them panting softly. Aquamarine eyes searched sky-blue ones. "Sora… I…" He didn't know quite how to explain what he'd just done or why. He only knew that he couldn't have helped it, the boy had been so close… his cherry lips had been taunting him.
"Riku…" Sora whispered in response, pulling him back and allowing himself to get lost in the older teen's light flowery scent, his own cherry colored lips aching for more of what he'd only been given just a taste of.
"S…sora… I… I love you." It was a simple statement, but it tumbled from Riku's tanned lips with difficulty and Riku immediately regretted admitting it. He couldn't believe he'd just let the object of his affections know of his feelings so soon. What if the younger teen rejected him? He didn't think he could take that.
Apparently, he didn't really have to worry much as those cherry colored lips found his again, words beyond definition expressed in a simple kiss.
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