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Into the Darkness...or is it light?
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,458
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Into the Darkness...or is it light?
this is my first KH fic i've posted and i'd like some feed back from you readers please. If you like my writings just click my name and read the others i have posted. all reviews will be welcomed.
"Talking"
'thinking'
Chapter One
Sora sighs as he sits at the bar watching the people wonder in and out. Cid stands behind the counter with Tifa dishing out drinks and food and greeting the people as they step in. Both had been extremely nice to him, taking him in the past few weeks when he didn't have anywhere to go.
Sora looks down at his drink looking at his dark liquid swirling around in the cup. Nothing strong, they wouldn't let him have anything strong, just something to relax him. A little bit of vodka mixed with his soda to make him relax. Sipping on it he looks up as the door opens and watches as Cloud walks in with Aeris and Leon. He watches as they joke and sit at the bar and feels a sharp pain in his chest.
Groaning softly he looks down at the table, hand tightening on his drink as he gets lost in his thoughts. It was suppose to be perfect, he had done his job. He stopped the Heartless, The Nobodies, and even saved his friends. He got his island back, his home and even made new friends. He didn't get his happily ever after.
He feels the anger burning deep inside of him, the shame and the disappointment. His hands shake as he brings the cup to his lips and quickly drinks it, allowing a small trail to slide down his jaw. The burning alcohol laced in his soda frees him for a moment allowing him to watch his *friends* interact with each other.
He drops a few munnie on the table and quietly and quickly slips out the back door heading for the baily for some fresh air.
Vincent watches the boy from his shadowed corner. Watching as his beautiful sapphire orbes darken when Cloud and the others walk through the door. Pain, anger, shame, and self loathing flash in the expressive orbes as he studies the three. He can easily see his shaking hands as he downs his drink. The boy is trembling with barely contained rage as he quickly leaves.
Sighing Vincent silently follows behind him not even understanding why he's caring about the one who saved the worlds. Personally to him he couldn't care less if they survied or not. He wanted his darkness, it allowed him peace. The boy moves almost as silently as himself as he head's for the Baily.
When Vincent catches up to him he's leaning over the edge just staring out at the castle. The soft evening breeze playing his spiky chestnut locks that have grown unwild since joinning Cid and Tifa. He can see the unshed tears swimming in the large orbes and feels pain clutch at his heart for some reason. Silently he walks up to him, seeing him tremble.
"Little boys shouldn't be out alone," Vincent growls softly.
Sora turns quickly at the sound of the deep voice and stares up at the tall man. His red cloak swirling around the both of them as if it has a life of it's own and blocking everything else out. The crimson orbes hold an odd understanding and he can feel every barrier he's placed up crumbling around him.
He reaches forward as if to make sure this man is real, to prove to himself that someone actually cared. Even if they were a complete stranger who probably wanted him dead.
Vincent just watches the boy and grabs on to the outstretched hand, feeling the heat beneath his and the boy's glove. His cloak surrounds them as he pulls him against him and allows the boy to sob in to his chest. Rubbing his back with his human hand as his metal glove holds on to his shoulder.
tbc....
*pretty pretty pretty please review?*
"Talking"
'thinking'
Chapter One
Sora sighs as he sits at the bar watching the people wonder in and out. Cid stands behind the counter with Tifa dishing out drinks and food and greeting the people as they step in. Both had been extremely nice to him, taking him in the past few weeks when he didn't have anywhere to go.
Sora looks down at his drink looking at his dark liquid swirling around in the cup. Nothing strong, they wouldn't let him have anything strong, just something to relax him. A little bit of vodka mixed with his soda to make him relax. Sipping on it he looks up as the door opens and watches as Cloud walks in with Aeris and Leon. He watches as they joke and sit at the bar and feels a sharp pain in his chest.
Groaning softly he looks down at the table, hand tightening on his drink as he gets lost in his thoughts. It was suppose to be perfect, he had done his job. He stopped the Heartless, The Nobodies, and even saved his friends. He got his island back, his home and even made new friends. He didn't get his happily ever after.
He feels the anger burning deep inside of him, the shame and the disappointment. His hands shake as he brings the cup to his lips and quickly drinks it, allowing a small trail to slide down his jaw. The burning alcohol laced in his soda frees him for a moment allowing him to watch his *friends* interact with each other.
He drops a few munnie on the table and quietly and quickly slips out the back door heading for the baily for some fresh air.
Vincent watches the boy from his shadowed corner. Watching as his beautiful sapphire orbes darken when Cloud and the others walk through the door. Pain, anger, shame, and self loathing flash in the expressive orbes as he studies the three. He can easily see his shaking hands as he downs his drink. The boy is trembling with barely contained rage as he quickly leaves.
Sighing Vincent silently follows behind him not even understanding why he's caring about the one who saved the worlds. Personally to him he couldn't care less if they survied or not. He wanted his darkness, it allowed him peace. The boy moves almost as silently as himself as he head's for the Baily.
When Vincent catches up to him he's leaning over the edge just staring out at the castle. The soft evening breeze playing his spiky chestnut locks that have grown unwild since joinning Cid and Tifa. He can see the unshed tears swimming in the large orbes and feels pain clutch at his heart for some reason. Silently he walks up to him, seeing him tremble.
"Little boys shouldn't be out alone," Vincent growls softly.
Sora turns quickly at the sound of the deep voice and stares up at the tall man. His red cloak swirling around the both of them as if it has a life of it's own and blocking everything else out. The crimson orbes hold an odd understanding and he can feel every barrier he's placed up crumbling around him.
He reaches forward as if to make sure this man is real, to prove to himself that someone actually cared. Even if they were a complete stranger who probably wanted him dead.
Vincent just watches the boy and grabs on to the outstretched hand, feeling the heat beneath his and the boy's glove. His cloak surrounds them as he pulls him against him and allows the boy to sob in to his chest. Rubbing his back with his human hand as his metal glove holds on to his shoulder.
tbc....
*pretty pretty pretty please review?*