Chains of the Heartless

Traverse Town

Petite bare feet graced the pure white marble floor, the first sign of the body appearing from the glow. Sparkling lights swirled as a female form appeared, lithe and lovely, blonde hair flowing down her back, a simple white dress gracing her figure.

Naminé opened her eyes, looking up in confusion. She was in the white room. The familiar table sat to the side. Paper and charcoal already lay out.

“But… but this isn’t possible.” She said in amazement, looking down at her own hands, turning them over, half expecting them to fade away. “I can’t be here.”

“You can. I brought you back.” Naminé’s eyes grew wide at the sound of that voice. It was a deep, cultured voice, the sort that commanded attention. She spun, gasping, stepping back and bumping into the drawing table, sending a charcoal scattering to the floor. Behind her stood a tall man, the dark black robes of the organization covering him. “I have need of you Naminé.” His head rose slightly, allowing the girl to see the lower half of his face. The smile that split it sent a chill down her spine. “You’re going to help me change the worlds.”

“You…” Naminé stammered, trying to collect her thoughts. She leaned on the table, both her hands gripping its edge for support. She shouldn’t be there, and she knew it. She had been part of Kairi. She shouldn’t exist anymore, but neither should he. “You can’t be here. You…”

He raised his hand and her protest ended in a shriek. The iron latticework of the table came free, moving swiftly as it grabbed her wrists, pulling them together behind her. Like a thing alive it flowed up her arms, wrapping round them with the same lace-like pattern. Naminé struggled to no avail as her arms were trapped behind her, her elbows tightly bound together. Her mouth opened to scream, but as she did strips of white leather formed around her head. As her mouth opened wide it was filled with a white ball as the gag finished materializing. Through her panic Naminé could feel something similar happen as a white collar formed around her lithe neck. She watched in amazement and horror as a leash formed from it, leading to the man’s hand. With a simple tug he pulled fiercely on the leash, drawing the now trapped girl to him, catching her chin to keep her from falling.

He towered over her easily. Though her own form was slightly older then the last time she remembered, she still barely came up to her captor’s chest. A rumble of dark laughter came from the man, and she looked up. He pulled back his hood, allowing the teen to see his face. His beard was fuller then it had been before, carefully trimmed and styled, but shot through with grey. His face was older as well, shot through with lines that only made his angular features more distinguished. But it was his eyes that froze Naminé to the core. They were black eyes: cold, merciless, and Heartless.

Ansem the Wise stroked the Naminé’s cheek almost tenderly. “I’m going to take back what is mine, little girl. And you,” his rich chuckle rolled over her as he caressed her neck, “are going to help me.” He pulled up on her leash then, Naminé’s eyes opening wide as she went to her tip-toes to try not to strangle. Ansem’s hand reached down, feeling the curves of the girl’s body through the silk dress. “But first, my lovely creation… a little fun.”

Throughout Twilight Town life went on as normal. Of all the inhabitants, only one heard the sounds of a girl’s screams as they echoed out from the derelict manor.

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“This is ridiculous. There’s nothing here, y’know?”

Fuu turned to glare back at Rai from her one unhidden eye, and she could see Seifer doing the same. He stalked towards the larger Rai, giving him a shove to remind him of his place. “Twilight Town is under our protection now. We’re the Twilight Town Disciplinary Committee, and we’re responsible for its safety. And Fuu’s got the best senses of anyone. If she says there’s danger. Then we check it out.”

Fuu nodded seriously in answer, the stern, no-nonsense look seeming to be answer enough for both of the boys. All of them turned then, looking up towards the derelict mansion. Despite the lush garden they stood in, the white mansion seemed to loom over them all like some sort of mausoleum.

Fuu was the first to step forward, making her way carefully to the door. The others followed. All of them were cautious, ready for a fight. As they got closer to the mansion they could all feel the sensation, a feeling of utter wrongness that seemed to come from it making goose bumps rise on their skin.

She turned the handle and all of them went into their combat stances, ready for the worst. Even Fuu could feel her heart quickening, threatening her normal stoic calm. The door opened into a long hallway, decorated completely in white. But nothing happened. As quietly as they could the three stepped inside.

“Do you feel anything?” Seifer asked, holding his stance.

As if in answer a sharp wind blew through the hall. Curtains rustled, and the heavy door swung shut behind them, locking closed.

“Danger.” Fuu answered simply, her voice low and precise.

Pools of black formed along the ground. Fuu and the others pulled back towards each other, watching in shock as the darkness seemed to grow small hands and heads, multiple forms rising out, their eyes glowing a deep sanguine red.

“Heartless.” Seifer grinned. “Get ‘em!”

With the others, Fuu launched herself into battle. The heartless swarmed around, vast in numbers. They seemed weak at first, falling from spinning kicks and precise punches, but Fuu could tell soon it was a losing battle. The Heartless that were struck didn’t stay down, only seeming to rebound, joining back in the dark wave. There was something different as well. She’d seen heartless before in Twilight Town, fought them. But those had yellow eyes, and a cold detached feeling, not the dark aura of malevolence that seemed to come from these.

“This is bad, y’know?” Rai called out. Fuu looked back to see him being slowly covered by the heartless, his tan skin disappearing beneath the black wave. Seifer spun, trying to fight his way to his friend, but the hordes began to catch up to him as well. The distraction was enough to stymie Fuu for a moment, but that was all it took for the Heartless to pierce her defenses. She grimaced, preparing for the worst. But instead of striking her, she felt hem grab at her body. All over tiny little hands grabbed at her bottom, her breasts, and reached between her legs. With a fierce blush she clenched her teeth, spinning her body, striking at the ones molesting her to drive them off.

“Fuu… run!”

She looked up in time to see Seifer’s face disappear as he was engulfed in the flood. The creatures weren’t responding the same to him, however. She could see them attacking, striking like they were trying to sink into him.

A dark rumble of laughter, made her turn to see where Rai had vanished. The darkness seemed to convulse, a bloody red light pulsing from it, and then it erupted. Fuu covered her face, the force of the blast driving the heartless away from her. When she looked up she saw Rai standing there. But it wasn’t Rai, not entirely.

Tattoos of red chains seemed to circle him. His skin, his clothes, everything about him seemed darker on his chest glowed a strange version of the heartless’ emblem, but wrapped in chains as well. He laughed again, flexing his muscles, then turned to her, a predatory grin splitting his face.

“Little Fuu.” He grinned darkly, and charged. The look in his eyes was enough to tell her to run.

Fuu turned swiftly, jumping out of the way as Rai tried to tackle her, instead caught a decorative pedestal that had stood behind her, the white vase that had perched on it fell to the floor and shattered. Fuu jumped to the wall, pushed off, and launched herself through a door, deeper into the mansion. She kept running, only partially concerned with her destination. She heard Rai behind her plowing through the doorway with characteristic brute force, the sounds of things breaking marking his path. She turned a corner, grabbed a railing, and flung herself up a set of stairs. At the top she waited, hiding and watching as Rai came into the room. He looked both around towards the multiple doors of the chamber, eyes never looking up, then chose one at random and charged through.

Fuu took a sigh of relief. She took a moment to catch her breath, and then stood. This was bad, she knew. And the only way to save her friends lay in discovering the secret of the mansion. Wordlessly she turned away from the exit and to the door behind her. It was a large set of double doors. She opened one carefully, stepping in as quiet as she could, and found herself in a seemingly endless hallway.

The hall seemed endless, curving slightly and disappearing off into the distance on either side. The wall opposite her, inner curve, was featureless. She turned, looking behind her. Her door was one of countless others that lined the wall, all white wooden double doors. Above each door was a symbol. Hers bore the image of the sun going down over the town’s skyline. She reached her hand back to the door, her slight fingers almost touching the wood, when the shrill sound of a girl’s scream snatched her attention.

Fuu turned on her heel and began running for the scream, past the countless doors, until she saw an end to the hallway. She charged into the room beyond and came skidding to a stop. She wasn’t sure how, but she was in some sort of laboratory. Strange devices, both scientific and mystic seemed to fill the room, along with tables and chairs and computers. But it was the scene in the center that caught her eyes and froze her in place.

A distinguished looking older man in black robes held a slight blonde teenage girl pinned between himself and one of the tables. Fuu could see that her arms were tightly bound behind her, and that her white dress had been pushed up. The reasons for her screams became apparent as Fuu realized the man’s robes had been pulled open in front, and he was naked underneath. The man looked up, a strangely pleasant smile on his lips as his piercing gaze seized Fuu’s eyes.

“Ah, an unexpected guest I see. And one so lovely as well. How fortunate.” He thrust once more into his captive, burying himself in her lithe form. Naminé gasped, looking up in desperate hope as tears spilled down her face.

“Twilight Town, if I don’t miss my guess.” The man’s commanding voice shook Fuu from her stunned state. “I’d forgotten the connection there.” He looked off to the side as if seeing something far away and then smiled. “Ah, I see. How entertaining.”

Fuu dropped into her stance, her eye narrowing as she stared at the old man, bringing her hands up, ready to fight. “Stop.” She said simply in her cold, calm voice.

The man laughed as he regarded her. “No. I don’t think I will.”

Fuu launched herself at him, but she only made it barely off the ground. Chains shot out from all directions, winding around the warrior girl before she could respond. They trapped her limbs, pulling them out, leaving her spreadeagle, her feet up off the floor. She twisted in the chains, tugging wit everything she had, but they held her tight.

“Such fighting spirit.” The man said, still casually raping Naminé even as his eyes took in Fuu’s captive form. “I see a very strong will in you.” He held his hand up, and on command smaller chains rose around Fuu. With a gesture from the man they shot forward, slipping under her clothes from every opening. Another quick gesture and they ripped out; shredding everything she wore, leaving her naked before him. Fuu seethed, clenching her teeth as she glared at the man.

“And I see I was right. Quite lovely as well.” He made no secret of his eyes taking in her helpless form, drinking in the soft curves of her athletic body even as he raped the other girl. Fuu saw the blond close her eyes, her cheeks red in shame as she turned her head away. “As you can see, I’m a bit busy at the moment.” She looked back up, the old man smiling at her. Silently she jerked against the chains, wanting to rip his throat out. “But perhaps some of your friends can keep you company.”

Fuu gasped, looking to the side as a panel of the wall slid open. Seifer and Rai stepped out, leering cruelly at her. She shook her head, a note of despair coming to her. They were not her friends. The red chain tattoos criss-crossed their bodies and the red glow of the heartless tattoo showed on both of their bare chests. In the middle of each heart there was a keyhole. Darkness seemed to spill out like a vapor from the obsidian void within.

“Hello Fuu.” Seifer grinned as the two stepped forward. Fuu winced in dismay as the chains moved around her. They pulled her arms tightly behind her, wrapping around them even as they pulled her before the two boys. She looked up between them, her eye desperately searching for the two she knew somewhere in there.

“My own brand of heartless seem to be… different from those before.” Ansem’s voice carried easily to her as she felt Seifer and Rai’s leering gazes. “While they steal the heart away, they do seal the heart away, they leave certain primal and, shall we say, sadistic tendencies.”

“We’re gonna have us a good time, y’know?” Rai grinned as he grabbed her breast. Fuu cringed, feeling the strong hands squeeze her, playing cruelly with her.

“No…” she stammered, her voice weak, the horror of what was happening threatening to break her stony resolve.

“Shut up.” Seifer laughed as he grabbed her hair, pulling her to him, his eyes insane with lust as he looked at her. “I know you don’t like to talk, so let’s find another use for your mouth.”

Ansem chuckled as he watched the boy force his length into Fuu’s mouth. The girl closed her eye, but it was still her friend, and she couldn’t force herself to bite him. Rai stepped behind her, lifting her hips, and soon the fighter was being taken from both ends. Ansem reached down, fondling Naminé’s slight curves. “To her credit, she doesn’t scream.” He chuckled as he watched the one eyed girl’s violation, then looked down to his own toy. Naminé turned her head away in shame. “Not like you, my dear. But then you have so much more reason.” He smiled as he pulled nearly out of her again, the blood of her maidenhead still on him. “After all, it is your virgin blood that fuels these new heartless.” He thrust in again, patting her bottom as he did, as she screamed out anew. “And it is your rape that will open the doors to all the worlds for me.”

Fuu felt dizzy as the two pistoned inside her, and sick as she heard the laughter of the possessed boys. She bucked and writhed as much as she could, but the impossibly strong hands held her even as they molested her form. Seifer’s cock drove deeper into her mouth, nearly gagging her, but she winced further as Rai’s huge organ tore brutally into her. She didn’t see the cruel smile the two exchanged, so she was thankful when they finally pulled out of her. She gasped for air, her eye closed as she tried to fight the sobs threatening to drown her. Rai’s hand grabbed her hair from behind, pulling her upright, her breasts bouncing as she looked up in dread. Seifer grinned at her, kicking her legs wide as Rai lifted her in the air by her bound arms. She didn’t understand at first, and then Seifer stepped closer, crushing her body between both of theirs. She cringed and then cried out in shock as she felt both of their shafts pressing against her, Seifer’s against her now tender sex, but Rai’s girth pressing between her cheeks, trying to penetrate her virgin bottom.

“No.” she stammered, trying to sound strong, but her control broke as the two heartless pulled her down, both thrusting up into her captive form. Fuu’s cry of pain filled the room, echoing off the walls making Naminé cringe, and Ansem smile.

“She is no use to me in opening other worlds.” Ansem explained to his toy as he stroked her blonde hair, still slowly thrusting into her, enjoying the feel of her petite body wrapped around him, and relishing the sound of her tears. “But I can find other uses for her. Perhaps to test some of the torments the Princesses will require.”

Naminé’s eyes shot wide. “That’s right my dear. The Princesses of Heart will be the ones we’ll need. Using them, I can unlock all the worlds. And you, my dear, are the connection to the most powerful of them all.” He chuckled in her ear. “The princess with the keyblade. I will make her mine.”

Naminé cringed, lowering her head as her body rocked with yet another painful penetration. Tears spilling down her cheeks as she wept for the one he spoke of.

Kairi.