Playing by the Rules
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Kingdom Hearts › Het - Male/Female
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Kingdom Hearts › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,780
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
Kingdom Hearts
Playing by the Rules
Note: Due to some confusion and in my opinion complete idiocy, I would like to make it clear that the OC in this fic is NOT ME. She's a fictional character; if you don't like the idea of an orginal character not based in reality at all; then I'd suggest you leave now.
Pairings: Ansem/OC
Disclaimer: The cast of Kingdom Hearts belongs to Square-Enix/Disney, not me. I only exhibit them for non-profit entertainment.
Chapter One
Analiese sat up and looked around. She was still in the bed, but when she looked through the curtains, Ansem was gone. So she was still locked in this room. Why had she ever listened to the sage’s words? Her destiny… what shit, she thought distantly. Her destiny was to be a host for some parasitic ruler of darkness? She had been half expecting to end up with the boy, but certainly her luck had never been that good before.
The door creaked open, and Analiese didn’t bother looking up. “If I didn’t want you near me before, what makes you think I’ll change my mind now?” She didn’t feel like look up at him,
He tossed a bundle at her. “Here. You like these, don’t you?”
Analiese picked up the bundle. “Flowers?” she whispered. “Are you trying to sweet-talk me?” she wanted to throw herself on him, to punch and beat at his sides and face, but she stayed still. She didn’t want to get hurt or risk anything worse, death. It was absolutely a terrifying thought. This man with the eyes of the Heartless, with a soul she didn’t want to comprehend. And yet, he didn’t seem like some vile creature. He was just a man, wasn’t he?
“No.”
There was a pause; for a moment, neither said anything to the other. Ansem broke the silence, looking awkward, “Why did you come here? Your strength compared to that boy is incredible. And the darkness in your heart…” he trailed off, looking awkward, and he looked almost relieved when Analiese picked up the flowers in her arms, looking at them nearly tenderly,
“What is with you and your obsession with the darkness of heart?” she hissed, “I’m a willing host, aren’t I? I’m not fighting you. I’ve let a strange thing kiss me…” she put emphases on the word ‘thing,’ scowling at Ansem, partly because her face had just gotten hot with embarrassment. What the kissing that bad? It had been bizarre to suddenly… “Kiss me,” she said.
“What?” Ansem looked shocked.
“Please… I want to know something,” she whispered. Their lips touched for a moment, before Ansem hastily pulled away. She grabbed at the back on his head, pushing him forward again, and both collapsed on the bed. What’s gotten into me? She thought. Her kisses became more lustful.
Again, Ansem was the one to break the kisses. “You are strange,” he said.
“I don’t understand… why…” Analiese sighed.
“I don’t either,” said Ansem getting off the bed to sit next to her on the desk chair.
“Where are we, by the way?”
“A place called ‘the end of the world.’ You may rest here as long as you wish.” He gave her a strange look. Was it pity? “Don’t strain yourself. I’d rather you be alive. Immortality can be… lonely.” He looked away for a moment, looking like he was going to cry.
“I can’t leave here in any case,” said Analiese. She pulled him close to her again, kissing him on the lips. She gripped him on the shoulders. There was a moment where she paused and Ansem stared. She pulled him on to the bed, pulling off half her top so they could touch bare skin.
Ansem stared again. “Why?” he whispered. He hands gently touched her chest.
She let out a gasp. “Ah… please,” she moaned.
He lay on top of her so there was barely any pressure on her. “I just don’t understand,” he said slowly and quiet.
“It doesn’t matter,” Analiese said, pulling off her own clothes, and staring to tear his off. She wanted to scream at him; to tell him to rape her and let it be the end of it. She didn’t. She couldn’t. When they kissed again, instead of being lustful or hasty, it was nearly genuine. They didn’t precede any farther than the kisses, she wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed by this. “Ansem,” she said softly. “Ansem… you’re not going to leave me are you?”
Ansem blanched. ‘No,” he said quietly before rolling off of her chest. “No, never.” He lifted her up onto his lap so that they could embrace.
Every time she felt his skin, Analiese felt like she was in some strange S&M club. She felt like he had driven a knife through her and him, connecting them by flesh and sinew. It was driving her wild with desire.
She suddenly realized what was happening, what she was doing. With a shriek, she fell onto the floor, staring at Ansem in a mixture of rage and self-disgust.
She cursed her femininity silently, wanting more than ever to fall into a giant hole and die. She had screwed up completely. Was she so weak that she would fall in love with her captor? It was some sick mix of Lolita Complex and Stockholm Syndrome, it had to be, she told herself silently. If she could fool herself into falling for this man, even if it would be fake, she could somehow avoid the horrors that surely faced her.
tbc.
Playing by the Rules
Note: Due to some confusion and in my opinion complete idiocy, I would like to make it clear that the OC in this fic is NOT ME. She's a fictional character; if you don't like the idea of an orginal character not based in reality at all; then I'd suggest you leave now.
Pairings: Ansem/OC
Disclaimer: The cast of Kingdom Hearts belongs to Square-Enix/Disney, not me. I only exhibit them for non-profit entertainment.
Chapter One
Analiese sat up and looked around. She was still in the bed, but when she looked through the curtains, Ansem was gone. So she was still locked in this room. Why had she ever listened to the sage’s words? Her destiny… what shit, she thought distantly. Her destiny was to be a host for some parasitic ruler of darkness? She had been half expecting to end up with the boy, but certainly her luck had never been that good before.
The door creaked open, and Analiese didn’t bother looking up. “If I didn’t want you near me before, what makes you think I’ll change my mind now?” She didn’t feel like look up at him,
He tossed a bundle at her. “Here. You like these, don’t you?”
Analiese picked up the bundle. “Flowers?” she whispered. “Are you trying to sweet-talk me?” she wanted to throw herself on him, to punch and beat at his sides and face, but she stayed still. She didn’t want to get hurt or risk anything worse, death. It was absolutely a terrifying thought. This man with the eyes of the Heartless, with a soul she didn’t want to comprehend. And yet, he didn’t seem like some vile creature. He was just a man, wasn’t he?
“No.”
There was a pause; for a moment, neither said anything to the other. Ansem broke the silence, looking awkward, “Why did you come here? Your strength compared to that boy is incredible. And the darkness in your heart…” he trailed off, looking awkward, and he looked almost relieved when Analiese picked up the flowers in her arms, looking at them nearly tenderly,
“What is with you and your obsession with the darkness of heart?” she hissed, “I’m a willing host, aren’t I? I’m not fighting you. I’ve let a strange thing kiss me…” she put emphases on the word ‘thing,’ scowling at Ansem, partly because her face had just gotten hot with embarrassment. What the kissing that bad? It had been bizarre to suddenly… “Kiss me,” she said.
“What?” Ansem looked shocked.
“Please… I want to know something,” she whispered. Their lips touched for a moment, before Ansem hastily pulled away. She grabbed at the back on his head, pushing him forward again, and both collapsed on the bed. What’s gotten into me? She thought. Her kisses became more lustful.
Again, Ansem was the one to break the kisses. “You are strange,” he said.
“I don’t understand… why…” Analiese sighed.
“I don’t either,” said Ansem getting off the bed to sit next to her on the desk chair.
“Where are we, by the way?”
“A place called ‘the end of the world.’ You may rest here as long as you wish.” He gave her a strange look. Was it pity? “Don’t strain yourself. I’d rather you be alive. Immortality can be… lonely.” He looked away for a moment, looking like he was going to cry.
“I can’t leave here in any case,” said Analiese. She pulled him close to her again, kissing him on the lips. She gripped him on the shoulders. There was a moment where she paused and Ansem stared. She pulled him on to the bed, pulling off half her top so they could touch bare skin.
Ansem stared again. “Why?” he whispered. He hands gently touched her chest.
She let out a gasp. “Ah… please,” she moaned.
He lay on top of her so there was barely any pressure on her. “I just don’t understand,” he said slowly and quiet.
“It doesn’t matter,” Analiese said, pulling off her own clothes, and staring to tear his off. She wanted to scream at him; to tell him to rape her and let it be the end of it. She didn’t. She couldn’t. When they kissed again, instead of being lustful or hasty, it was nearly genuine. They didn’t precede any farther than the kisses, she wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed by this. “Ansem,” she said softly. “Ansem… you’re not going to leave me are you?”
Ansem blanched. ‘No,” he said quietly before rolling off of her chest. “No, never.” He lifted her up onto his lap so that they could embrace.
Every time she felt his skin, Analiese felt like she was in some strange S&M club. She felt like he had driven a knife through her and him, connecting them by flesh and sinew. It was driving her wild with desire.
She suddenly realized what was happening, what she was doing. With a shriek, she fell onto the floor, staring at Ansem in a mixture of rage and self-disgust.
She cursed her femininity silently, wanting more than ever to fall into a giant hole and die. She had screwed up completely. Was she so weak that she would fall in love with her captor? It was some sick mix of Lolita Complex and Stockholm Syndrome, it had to be, she told herself silently. If she could fool herself into falling for this man, even if it would be fake, she could somehow avoid the horrors that surely faced her.
tbc.