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Half a Heart – Destiny's Story

[Destiny's Point Of View

Part Sixteen – Striking Conclusions

Author's notes: Once again, thanks to everyone who's Author Alerted me, Favorited me or my story and everyone at school who's been encouraging me to finish this chapter. It's pretty short...um, Sachiel's reverting back to his old self. Oooh, not a good thing.

Destiny's a few months pregnant by now...um, I'm gonna have to do some research on pregnancy and baby growth.

In other news, I've got a PWP threesome Lemon that I've been working on lately. It'll be up on Deviantart. If I get enough requests for it over here, I may put it up. I don't want to get in trouble for like, explicit materials or whatever. Anyways, before I start to ramble, please go on and read the story. If only there was a 'skip' button...

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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. I had stolen a pair of Sachiel's dark blue boxers and I was wearing them paired with a shirt which had also come from his closet. His clothes were comfortable and they smelled like him.

It was raining outside, which may had contributed to my mood. Frankly, I was feeling like shit. My head hurt, my back was killing me, my boobs were sore to the touch and I was horribly depressed. Frankly, I wanted to just go sleep for a week or so. But instead, I grabbed two cups of coffee – one for me and one for Sachiel – and I walked up towards the library.

Sachiel was sitting on the second floor of the Library, slumped over the desk as usual. He was flipping through a book. I pouted, watching him for a minute before slowly making my way up the stairs. I didn't want to spill or drip the coffee. Sachiel wouldn't be very happy and he would probably make me clean it up. He kept the library epically clean since Ansem had vanished after fighting Sora.

"Sachiel!" I said in a sing-song voice, coming up to the desk. "I brought coffee! I brought yours black, just like the way you like to drink it."

"Yeah, yeah." The blonde waved his hand in the air slightly. He didn't even look up at me. He was too busy reading that damn book. "Just...set it on the desk, would you?"

I frowned, putting the cup on the desk before leaning against it, drinking my own coffee. Unlike Sachiel's, at least half of it had to be sugar and milk. I hated the taste of it. It was too bitter. But I loved how warm it was.

"Sachiel, what are you reading?" I tried to lean forward to see but he slammed the book shut and covered it with his hands. He finally looked up at me.

"What do you want?"

"...I want to talk." I frowned. "I want to talk to you. We haven't been talking much lately, you know?" I pouted, watching him.

He shook his head. "Destiny, I'm busy. I'm reading."

"Reading whaaat?" I sighed, trying gently to pry his fingers off of the leather cover. I wanted to see what I was reading. Curiosity.

"...I'm reading something, god, Destiny. Could you leave me alone?" He stared at me and I felt my eyes well with tears. Sachiel didn't want me anymore.

"Sachiel, I hate you!" I whimpered, slamming my coffee cup on the table. I was shaking. He didn't even want to talk to me. He would barely look at me and it hurt.

Sachiel frowned. "W-what?"

"I hate you!! You just fuck me, get me pregnant and think you can throw me aside!?" I cried. "I hate you! I hate men like you! I hate men! Ugh, I don't see why I shouldn't just go and kill myself!" I went to turn when Sachiel grabbed my wrist. I tried to jerk away and he held tighter.

"Destiny, don't talk like that." Sachiel nearly barked at me and I drew away.

"Why not!? It's obvious you don't love me! You can't love me, you don't have a heart!" I shouted, shutting my eyes. "Get away from me!"

Sachiel growled, releasing my wrist. As I went to turn, I felt his cold hand across my face. He slapped me hard. My eyes widened and I stumbled back. I hit a shelf of books and several of them tumbled to the ground, landing in various positions across the floor.

He stared at me, his golden eyes as wide and shocked as my own blue ones. We just stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before he took a shaking step towards me.

"O-oh...oh, god...Des'...Des, I'm so sorry..."

In almost one fluid movement, I sprang up from where I was and I flung myself down the huge staircase and in moments I was out the door. I nearly ran to my room, stripping out of Sachiel's clothes and pulling on whatever would fit out of mine. I had to get out of here. I had to. There was no way I could be here with him now. So I went out the door.

It was still pouring rain, but it didn't bother me. I was cold already, that had obviously never changed. The only thing that could happen to me being out in the rain was getting wet and possibly getting sick. But there wasn't much of a chance for that happening...

I was in the rising falls less than ten minutes later. I was sitting on one of the highest blocks of ice, crying softly to myself. My legs were drawn to my body and my arms were wrapped tightly around them. It was raining and I was sitting on ice. But I couldn't feel it. It didn't bother me. I guess it was a 'perk' of being heartless.

I sighed, looking up to the nearly black sky. I could hear the water hitting my face. Slowly, with a quivering hand, I touched where he had hit me. It was sore. It hurt. I...I couldn't...couldn't believe that he had hit me. That wasn't the Sachiel I knew.

"G-god..god, what am I going to do?" I asked aloud to myself. My voice was soft and it quivered. I was scared. I was hurt. I still couldn't believe Sachiel would do something like that. Hadn't he always said that he would never hit a girl?

I contemplated everything. Sachiel and I. The baby and us. Everything that had happened. Slowly, I rose to my feet. I needed to talk to him. I needed to tell him how I felt.

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Sachiel was sitting in the same spot, but he wasn't reading. He had his head in his hands and he was shaking more than me. He seemed just as upset – if not more upset – than me. We were both shaken by it.

Slowly, he rose to his feet and looked at me, his eyes still wide with surprise. "D-Des', come here..." He slowly held out his arms.

I stumbled back, afraid he was going to strike me again. He had me nervous now. My mom had always told me, that if the man in my life ever hit me, then it was time to leave and get a new boyfriend. But... I couldn't do it. I couldn't just leave Sachiel. I knew I couldn't take care of the baby by myself... But, I told myself, If he hits me again, I'll leave.

"M'not..." he swallowed hard, "M'not going to hurt you." He nearly choked, taking a slow step towards me. "Ever a-again. I'm so sorry...Des', I really am...please, please, trust me..."

I whimpered before slowly stepping forward to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around me. I buried my face into his empty chest. I wanted to cry, but I knew that if I cried, Sachiel would probably break down too.

"...I'm sorry." He muttered again, stroking my hair softly. He was shaking. I could feel it. He was just as upset as me...

"I...it's okay, you promise...promise never to do it again?" I asked, my voice quivering and quiet.

"Promise...never...never, ever again, Destiny...I just...don't...don't bring up that I'm heartless, okay...? I don't...I don't like it."

I nodded slowly. I hadn't ever really thought that he didn't like being heartless. The way he always used the darkness for his advantage, the tendrils, the portals, his sword... I figured he was used to being heartless...

He pressed his lips to mine. Something about his kiss made me relax. It was so gentle, so sincere and so soft that I knew he wouldn't hurt me again.

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Author's Notes: Gosh, sorry...I'm just, failing at writing lately. I apologize. Um, I guess I'll skip a couple of months next chapter, something like that. Thank you so much for reading! If you're interested in uh, my PWP yaoi/het lemon, please let me know. Um, I love you guys!