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Warnings! – Contains Yaoi. If such a thing offends you, please press that little back button arrow.
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For some reason, I'm finding this fiction a bit easier to write than my other one.
Seeing as no one got the number thing… It'll show up again in a few more chapters, as more characters get introduced. Honorable mention to anyone who gets it. :3 It's a pretty common code, I think.
Note: In this story, Sora might be older than Riku. Both physically and mentally. For now, anyway.
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Perfect Person
-Chapter One-
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"Three weeks."
Sora breathed. "Pardon?" He instantly cringed and cursed himself in displeasure.
One of the first rules he had learned was to never ask questions. Let your opponent reveal themselves, he had been taught. Silence was unnerving. Most succumb to the quiet by themselves.
"It will take three weeks before we can spare someone else." The voice drawled, the figure's aristocratic speech irritating Sora's eardrums. "That's how long you are to care for him."
He murmured his consent. "Ah."
The form nodded, waving his hand indifferently to another character standing at his right. His red sleeve trembled in the afterthought. "Lenzo. Please go free our fifth."
Lenzo – or Zexion, as he was referred to now – bowed and swept from the room, his cloak leaving a room of silence as Sora's mouth grew dry.
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The illumined floor threw long, towering shadows on the wall, each an odd, indistinguishable shape. Zexion stepped up to a capricious-looking device, rapidly pressing a series of triggers and keys. A red light blinked faintly in warning.
He looked up, pity clear in his eyes.
Water-like substance slowly drained away.
A young, proportioned figure sank to the chamber's flooring, bending slightly. His feet touched the floor. Eyes fluttered, shards of color briefly in attendance but quickly covered by long lashes. Beads of water, like dew on mornings after rain, dotted his skin.
Zexion gathered the figure in his arms hastily, careful to touch as little of him as he possibly could. The Organization was careful of taint, after all…
As he dressed the lithe teen in his arms in loose garments of silk-like material, his eyes grew warm. Ice previously frozen over closures melted fleetingly. Another one…
A mouth pressed indistinctly on the figure's forehead. "Best of luck to you." Zexion murmured.
He was afraid the silence would crack if he spoke any louder.
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Calculating, slightly widened eyes watched as Zexion placed the teen in his new employer's arms. Sora focused his eyes on the glee that flashed in the person's expression. The teen in his arms shifted ever-so-slightly before relenting and relaxing. Faint creases smoothed as he settled.
"A beauty, isn't he?" Spoken softly. He was aware of Sora's gaze, watching his every move. Zealously long, pianist fingers stroked silver strands. He held a lock up to the dim light, smiling in pleasure at the lack of imperfections.
Sora's eyes blinked at the way the man treated an unconscious figure. Like a pet…
"Do take good care of him." The man deliberately spoke sharply. Seconds later it wasn't apparent at all. "Would you like to carry him to your…home, is it? Or would you rather he walked himself?" Mocking.
"…I'd prefer he looked alive, if that's what you mean." Sora replied curtly. His tenor spoke volumes of his opinion.
"Fair enough." And without warning, he swept down and pressed the oblivious adolescent into a bruising kiss.
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Sixteen figures felt the tremor as another was awakened, but only twelve were close enough to understand.
"…What's his name?" A distant voice inquired. Arm pressed firmly, desperately against his chest.
"The opposite of yours, Cloud." Heartbeat thudded loudly, forewarning.
In the stronghold close enough to the act that the scent twisted in the air, twelve figures made a conscious effort to breathe.
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"What are –" Sora surprised himself, an oddly possessive tone that conveyed his awkwardness of the situation.
"This is how you…rouse him." Offhandedly. As if he did something of the sort every day.
Sora gaped as the teen really did open his eyes, blinking curiously as a scrunched fist came up to rub at his eyes. The form tried to sit up, and promptly tumbled off the cloaked man's lap.
Wide, shaped pupils blinked curiously, raising a pallid hand to cup his own cheek.
"Go on then." The authoritative figure commanded. His comment wasn't directed to the figure at his feet, but rather at Sora himself.
"I just…take him with me then?" Not waiting for an answer to his question, he gestured to the boy. "…Come along then, eighteen…err…"
"Riku." A grin that didn't seem much like one. "His name."
"…Riku then." The adolescent looked up, noticeably recognizing his name. "Come with me."
"Walk, Riku." The man said, settling a light hand on the young man's shoulder. Sora had turned around, ready to leave, to get as far as he could from this place he never should have known about in the first place.
"…Walk?" Childlike innocence covered his words. Sincerity layered behind the naïve teen's eyes, easily giving reason for Sora to turn around. "What is walking?"
Sora stood in hiatus, his mind comprehending what had just been asked. Not a child indeed…
His employer's smug look clearly explained what he expected Sora to do.
Sora crossed the brief expanse of the room, using distant strides and making sure to emphasize his footsteps. He took a hand of smaller, thinner fingers, his calloused hands a blunt contrast to his charge's new skin.
"One step at a time." Spoken softly, because if he spoke any louder he was sure he would startle his responsibility. He demonstrated, lightly pulling Riku forward, but not enough so momentum could teach anything.
The teen wobbled, unused legs trembling faintly as he took a step forward.
A blinding smile of accomplishment stole Sora's breath.
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He had quickly rushed Riku out of the room soon after, aware of an amused intent on their backside. Sora frowned seeing Riku almost trip on a too-long pant leg.
He pulled out his cell phone as they hit daylight.
"Hello, Yuffie? This is Sora. Yeah, I need your help."
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Just before they left, gesturing for Riku to go ahead of him, Sora had turned around for a pithy moment, glance landing on the figure still in the chair.
"May I know the name of my…employer?"
A mouth baring a prominent chin grinned, oddly creepy for an expression meant to express happiness.
"Xehanort."
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"I told you it wasn't for myself." Sora held back a headache as he watched his friend fawn over Riku, who was looking decidedly wary, but still curious.
"What's your name? Yuffie crowed, tugging on Riku's shoulder. The sleeve, due to the loose chemise, began slipping off, showing a spread of pale skin.
"Riku." A voice lighter than most guys replied. "And who are you?" If anyone else had phrased that question that way, it might have been rude. But as it was Yuffie could only squeal and strike her traditional pose.
"I'm…" A pause for dramatic effect. "The Great Ninja Yuffie!" A blinding smile accompanied the words, and Sora swore he heard a 'ping' echo from somewhere, jumping from his friend's beam.
"Ninja?" Riku inquired, eyes shining. "What's that? Can I be one too?"
A shriek later, a startled teenager found himself securely in a glomp. His frame was easily lifted by the hyperactive ninja aspirant and swung around.
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"What about those?"
"No way! That wouldn't do a thing for his figure. Honestly Sora, someone would like you'd never gone shopping before." Yuffie stated, eyeing Sora's clothing. "Then again, all I ever see you in is that black jacket, anyway. Wear something casual next time you call."
"I was on business." Sora twitched. "Besides, I never claimed to be metro-sexual."
A giggle in front of them distracted them from conversation. There was a little girl holding onto Riku's arm, tugging and laughing with him at some plush toys in a store window. Hey mother stood nearby, smiling gaily at the spectacle. Nearing the holidays, the stores were fully decked out with twinkling lights and extravagant displays.
As they came to stand beside her, Sora felt disturbingly oddly like a parent. Protective. He wasn't sure if it was a good feeling.
"Is he a friend of yours?" A pleasant voice asked. The women gestured at the pair in front of them.
"Yes, yes he is." Yuffie replied, knowing that Sora wasn't going to.
"He's so polite. Like my own kid." She smiled, a curious shine on her face.
"He's…foreign." Sora said.
The woman nodded, unquestioning. Trustful.
The duo ran up to them, the older dragged by the more excited. "Mommyyy!" The mother bent down as the girl threw herself into her mother's arms, beaming happily. Her yellow dress flapped behind her.
"Will you buy me that? Please, mommy?" An endearing, round finger pointed at the window. Not at anything the store was selling, but rather the Christmas lights donning the edges.
Not missing a beat. "Of course, honey. We'll go to that store over there and get rainbow ones. Would you like that better than the white ones?"
The kid puffed her cheeks. "No! I want silver ones, like his hair!" She pointed to the teen, who looked apologetic.
"I'm…I'm sorry, miss. I –" Riku was cut off by the woman's laughter.
"Nonsense, young man. I've been getting tired of the colorful lights anyway. The white lights are much simpler and attractive." She paused to pick up her bag where she had left it when her daughter ran up."
"You kept my daughter busy for me for a while. It's nice to meet you." She smiled brightly, and they shook hands, Riku looking rather taken aback.
The mother picked up her youngster and nodded to Sora and Yuffie, who nodded back. She smiled again and walked away unhurriedly. The young girl's head peaked over her mother's shoulder as they walked by.
"Bye-bye, Mister Riku!"
Riku smiled and waved a hand delicately.
Yuffie smiled un-Yuffie-like, a more composed side that she hardly showed. And Sora felt his heart twist in a way it hadn't for years.
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-End Chapter One-
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