:Suggestive Implications:

First. It's good to be back.

I have started a new piece of writing, a growing mould on my brain when I'm near a computer screen, like bread in sunlight. Hope it appeals to some people.

Summery: Riku is cold, hard-hearted and held down by the leash of obedience to his 'owner' Ansem Stopgra. When Ansem's brother ends up in hospital, they fly out to Twilight City where he puts Riku into one of the most exotic boarding schools ever known, Highwind Academy. Unable to get Ansem off his mind, Riku clashes with his new roommate… eventually, Riku becomes unstable and cracks. When Riku's roommate uncovers the 'True Riku' he is deep headed into thinking he can change him. Question is, can you really change someone?

Warnings: Yaoi, Shonen-ai, murder, multiple freaky scenes, AU, suspense, horror (some of these things come in a lot later, as for horror, I just had to add that for reason of little peoples being interested. It wont really be scary though.)

Disclaimer: I do notown any of the Kingdom Hearts character, nor do I own any Final Fantasy characters or props. All rights go to Squaresoft and Disney. No money profit is being made from this fiction.

All right, I think that's all I have to include sigh thank God! Now. Let's begin…


:Suggestive Implications:

Chapter One

Goodbye My Love

Riku winced as the plane descended from flight. One of the attendants picked up the receiver for the loudspeaker. "We thankyou for flying with us this evening from Travis City to Twilight City. Local time is currently 2:25am. A message from all the other flight attendants and myself – we hope you have a wonderful stay here for whatever purpose."
"Fun, fun," Riku remarked sarcastically.
"Hey! You woken up ya'? All flight, man, you were snoozin' your butt off." Commented the orange-haired boy seated beside him.
"You got a problem with that? Or is it just your speech deficiency with a problem?" he sneered in the boy's direction and got up from his seat, shuffling past before anyone else got out into the aisle.
Riku ran, turned and ran from the plane, straight toward the first bathroom in the terminal he came across. He dropped his backpack into a puddle of water, but he hardly noticed it. His face was hot and flustered, he was burning up, but he didn't care. He felt relieved to see no one, but his reflection in the bathroom. With that, he turned the cold water to the max and rinsed his face until the color changed.
Warm hands were on his back, soothing, rubbing him through his clothes gently. No words were spoken, and he was utterly happy for it. When he finished he wiped his face dry with his shirt.
"You know better than to run off like that, Riku." The silver-haired boy didn't have to take a double check to realize it was his foster-father Ansem.
"I was feeling sick," he responded through gritted teeth that Ansem couldn't see behind his pursed lips.
"And how are you feeling now?"
"Better. Much better. Actually, I feel so good that we can go right now." Riku began to turn and walk, but Ansem grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back, glazing him over with haunting brown eyes.
"Why leave with all this free time to waste?" he purred.
"I'm feeling a little hungry," Riku lied patting his stomach. "Let's catch a bite to eat."
"After just eating on the plane?"
"You know plane food. It's rock hard, cold and made of play-doh."
Ansem played with a small pocketknife he was holding in his hand. Riku saw that he was fixated on flicking the blade out then back away. Preferably, he wanted it away while Ansem was around him.
"Riku… we have so little time to 'play' before I have to let go of you for a few months," he leaned in a pressed a hard kiss to Riku's throat. Riku felt a cold shill and looked away. But he felt himself breathe again when Ansem peeled his lips off the skin and spoke against his throat. "If my brother wasn't dying of cancer, we wouldn't have had to come down here… I want to make these last few moments together worth while."
"How about when we go home? It's always more pleasurable done in bed, isn't it?" Riku recommended, hoping it would take Ansem's mind off the 'one thing' he was craving intently.
"You're too suggestive… it feels good anywhere, anytime… But you're so cute when you try distracting me, Riku. I can't help but listen to your quiet protests as I deepen into you and blacken your soul with my kiss…"
Ansem was so close that Riku could smell the fresh mint gum on his breath. "B-but, someone might walk in. You'd be accused of sexual harassment," Riku added with a statement of the obvious.
"You're somewhat right," Ansem replied.
"Somewhat?" Riku arched his eyebrow and wrenched back his head against another of Ansem's passionate kisses.
"What I'm saying is, I can take my chances… it's so early in the morning that I have a hunch not so many people will be coming to the airport." He bit the flesh on Riku's neck making the smaller boy groan in his absence from the kiss. Taking the pocketknife, Ansem dragged the blade slowly and heavily across Riku's forearm; Riku winced and bit down on his lip squirming beneath Ansem's body, which was sensibly hovering above his. Ansem thought well to leave enough room for his hand to slide under the waistband of Riku's shorts to give him access to the flesh.
"A-Ansem, wait!" the boy mumbled against the fresh sensation in his groin.
"Protesting again, Riku?"
"P-please, stop," he gasped.
Ansem complied, but replenished another kiss. Riku fell silent under it having not much choice. Ansem forced his tongue through the parting between Riku's lips and moistened the youths tongue with his. When he drew back, Riku was exhausted and out of breath.
"Thankyou… Ansem," he gasped.
"You wanted me to stop… why?"
Riku crinkled his brows. "Well… I'd hate for you to get arrested."
"You would?" Ansem asked, almost surprised by the account.
'Maybe so… the times I've tried squealing on you, Ansem, not one person has believed me when I've told them about what you do… and then I end up getting twice the punishment for trying to tell… it's just not worth it.' "Yes… I'd be broken… you're my master and I understand that."
Ansem's lips twitched into a twisted half-smile. "That's good to hear… a loyal boy is worth keeping for a long time, Riku… you're a good son."
"And you're a good father." His heart skipped a beat inside. How he loathed saying that. But a lie to Ansem was harmless and easy to mistakably do, just like stepping on an ant without realizing it.
"Shit… I hurt you." Ansem said and snatched his wrist pulling the boy closer to examine the long line of blood seeping through his skin. "Does it hurt?"
"It's fine," he lied. It was stinging horribly just like all the other cuts over his body he'd received from punishments back home. But those were more from whipping and cutting. Some cuts were even shaped into words like 'Darkness,' 'Death,' and the one he hated most, 'Property of Ansem.' Pretty stupid though. Riku had proof of what Ansem was doing to him… if someone was willing to listen.
"So, are you ready to go?" Riku asked.
"We'll rinse the blood off first," Ansem said, dragging him toward the basin. He turned on the tap and splashed the water over the boy's arm until there was no blood left. "You didn't disserve that, Riku. I for once made a mistake."
"It's fine."
"Cut, 'Riku loves Ansem' into me…"
Riku's eyes widened. "W-what?"
"You heard me, Riku." He retorted.
"B-but where?"
"I'll give you the pleasure of choosing the place." He took out the pocketknife again and held it out to Riku sternly. "Here."
Riku stared at it dumbly, shaking his head. "No… I can't," and pushed it down.
"For Christ's sake, take it!" Ansem scowled and forced the knife into his hands.
Riku shook when he saw his blood on the blade, so he just rinsed it off hoping it would be clean. "Um… your…"
"Mmm? Waiting…"
"Uh…" Riku looked the strong man over, umming and uh-ing inwardly. Really, he would have loved to slice Ansem to pieces. But that more logical side of him wouldn't let him do it, or even think of a place to cut these crude words.
"Riku. Just pick a spot and carve away!"
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I'm asking you to do it!"
"But-"
"For me… it's only fair if you didn't disserve it."
Riku took the knife in one hand and put it down at his side. "Really. I'm fine."
"That has nothing to do with it. You were punished for no wrong doing," Ansem explained.
"I… I ran off out the plane without you."
"You told me you were sick… that's good enough for me."
Riku nodded sternly and swallowed away his fear, along with half his internal organs and conscience. "I'll… put it on your… c-chest?"
Ansem removed his muscle shirt with no second thinking to add. "Alright… go."
Riku put the knife to Ansem's muscles and gasped when it poked the strong skin. It didn't break open like he thought it would. "I don't want to do it!" he wallowed, shaking his head. Ansem frowned.
"Stop being such a 'Nancy' and do it. It's easy," Ansem reached out and took Riku by the hand –the one with the knife in it- and guided it toward his naked torso. "Now… you press until you feel it sink in…" Together they felt the knife drive into the skin. "There… now just drag it up… now into a semi-circle… you've g-got it!" he stuttered as a searing shock rushed through him.
When Riku finished, he looked his handiwork over. It was quite an impressive first attempt, but the feeling was awful. He just reminded himself 'Ansem asked me to… he made me do it… I didn't want anything to do with it, he just started me and I couldn't stop until it was all there in blood… his blood…'
"Thankyou, Riku," Ansem said, pulling his muscle shirt carefully back over his chest, trying not to rub it against the cuts. "Now I'll get you something to eat for your work… alright?"
'I don't disserve it…' "I'd appreciate it…" Riku said, half-listening to his father.
"And then you should get going to Highwind Academy?"
"…Yeah… I guess that's so…"
Guilt followed…

They ate together in utter silence, saying nothing. Ansem –feeling content after picking on peanuts the whole flight to Twilight City- had nothing but a cola and a fresh salad from the 'Salad Plus' menu at McDonalds, while Riku chose some Thai food –his favourite dish. Ansem gave him a fifty-dollar bill and he returned with a tray. Ansem saw on it a plate of Pahram –cooked chicken coated in a delicate peanut sauce- and a bowel of seafood Laksa. Of course Riku hadn't forgotten to pick up a bottle of water to wash it all down in the end with.
"How did I know you'd get that?" Ansem mocked.
Riku held the bowel of Laksa on an angle, shovelling the chopsticks and noodles into his mouth like a shovel. He made a quick slurp and wiped his cheek clean from sauce talking with his mouth full, "It's the best," he broke off to swallow. "Has been all my life, loved all types of Thai and Chinese dishes… sushi's good too," then he shot Ansem an accusingly mild glare, pointing the chopsticks at him. "Of course, no one makes this stuff better than my mom did."
"I can't argue with you there."
Riku hid a cold smirk in his Caribbean eyes. "Because you know…"
"Say it is so, Riku," Ansem said calmly, sipping from his cola.
Riku got the feeling Ansem wasn't catching his drift. So he just swept off conversation and onto another about the new academy he'd be staying in. "What exactly is the academy, Ansem?"
Ansem frowned. "What do you mean?"
"N-never mind… I trust your choice."
Ansem smiled appropriately at the silver-haired boy's confidence. Then he looked at his watch and gaped at the time. "We should get going, Riku. You'll be past your book-in hour if you're not there soon, and your driver will be most upset by the wait! I'm afraid I can't go with you, Riku."
'Mm…' Riku got up and pushed in his chair, taking his bottle of water in his arms with his backpack and suitcase Ansem had collected from the carousel. 'Guess… I have to say goodbye, then… Do I… hug him? Kiss him? Maybe wave and run off before he decides he'll take me on another escapade into the bathroom!' "I guess this is goodbye then, dad."
"Unfortunately… but I'll make sure we catch up."
'Great… in a good way…' "I'd love that." He thought about how good a liar he was toward Ansem. Back home and even here we was a lying mess. If he ever had an encounter with another being, maybe he'd lie to them too just to step foot away from trouble? It was a just a thought if he was going to experience anyone else's company.
Of course back home he'd been schooled, but he didn't get his reputation as a 'Heartless' by being Mr. High and Social. He kept to himself so Ansem wouldn't question him and any of his relationships with other people. And just as he was ready to leave…
Ansem wound his arms around the smaller boy and kissed his cheek in a fatherly manner. With how he'd treated Riku in the time he'd owned him he didn't expect it, but a warm set of lips responded, kissing him deeply literally. Ansem totally lost control against the smaller boy, ignoring the viewers watching them as he kissed back to regain control. He pushed his tongue past Riku's soft lips, sucking the mint flavoured –just like his own- muscle in Riku's mouth.
Ansem heard a child behind him whispering, "Mommy, what are the two boy's doing?" and stopped, clearing his throat after it.
"Eh-hem… out front you should see a man with a sign and our last name on it. He'll be driving you to the academy. Meanwhile, I have a broken brother to attend to… I'll miss you, Riku." He sighed.
"I…" he mused at the floor. "Me too… see you soon…" Riku watched the elder man turn his back to him and walk away. 'What's wrong with me… why am I thinking like-' then his smaller voice called out as he ran up to him without his bags. From behind he hugged the man and cried into his jacket. Something he'd never felt himself do in a long time… cry…
Ansem lifted his arm, slightly taken back by the boy. "R-Riku… what's wrong?"
Riku didn't respond, because truly, he didn't know.
Ansem pitied the sobbing boy and looped his arms over him, kissing his forehead softly. "Are you OK?" he asked faintly in Riku's ear.
Riku just pulled back and smiled, "I just forgot to tell you… I love you…" then he smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth.
"I love you too… truly… alright... I best go, Riku. You too, before we're both late."
"Right…" he replied bluntly.
"Bye, handsome."
Riku smiled inwardly, but smirked. "Ditto… Ansem…"


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