Playing by the Rules
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Kingdom Hearts › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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5,788
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6
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Chapter Two
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 original 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 Two
It appeared the more things that went on, that these horrors must have been a figment of her imagination. Ansem was too… gentle with her. She wondered if it was because she was female, again she cursed her body, wishing more than ever that she could get out of this room and return home. Ansem moved freely from the room of their hearts, and she was still too afraid to move from the bed.
She had no knowledge of time here, all she knew was that time without Ansem felt like someone was driving a dagger into her heart. She supposed it was because this world was the product of the “darkness of their hearts” together, as Ansem had said. If one was without the other in this place, it brought on by the need for the other. That had to be it; she was trying her best to rationalize with things that probably had no rational explanation.
That explanation comforted her more that the only other reason she could think of, something that made her ill. She didn’t want to think that all of this could be stemmed from… from licentious desires with this man who held her captive in her own mind. She’d sooner die, if only she could reach her body. She would destroy herself and Ansem at the same time. And then… and then that silver haired boy she had saved from the Darkness, from Ansem, would probably find some peace in that he would never have to worry about the Darkness consuming his heart again.
But then, Analiese thought, with much of a twinge in her heart, that thought could harm the boy as well. A stranger, some woman he knew nothing about had killed herself to save him.
She dropped the idea for now; an unsettling feeling had rested in her stomach when the thoughts began. It again felt unnatural to not be with her captor, and even more so to cause his death in any way. She didn’t want to let him die— she couldn’t stand the idea of murdering him, even though she was certain it had not been a factor when she had first become this bearer of darkness.
There was the problem in the back of her mind, that problem that was ever looming, ever cruel— that she still had the longing for sex. It was something horrifying to think of, she had never wanted anything so much before, and the fact that this want was purely wanton lust did nothing to quell the feeling that she was going to be quite ill.
She tightly squinted her eyes, unable to leave the room still. Her body was still elsewhere, but it had been moved. She was aware that her body had been placed in a chair or on another bed. Not that it mattered now, she wanted nothing more than to be able to leave and go back to her home world.
Without the sea that normally surrounded her world, Aquariss had become a morbid place where fish no longer swam in the oceans (which had stagnate and turned an acidic color) and seagulls no longer flew in the skies.
Life would have been bad enough if it hadn’t been for the day when the sage saw the stars start to vanish every night. Two, maybe three of them would leave the night’s sky at a time, on some nights nearly as 20 stars would disappear. Vast pockets were beginning to appear at night where the stars used to be. The prophets began to speak in riddles and of other worlds, of the key to the door.
When the Heartless came, the sage had told her about some divine dream he had had involving her saving the life of a boy. Her world had been destroyed, consumed by the Heartless monsters that had eaten away at the world’s Heart. She somehow had survived the destruction along with a handful of the locals, but no prophets had made it to Traverse Town. The sage was as good as dead.
Why the fuck did she ever listen to that man?
She was not the key, Analiese reminded herself. They key was a little girl who had happily landed on an island on another world, she was most likely the key. Analiese had known it from being able to understand Ansem’s heart mildly. It was the only thing she could read without feeling as if her body was being torn apart by the Heartless. Maybe that was who Ansem was looking for, she didn’t care to find out. Ever though every time she was near him she wanted nothing more than some immorally carnal summit with him. She nearly screamed at the thought that she was still trapped, still a prisoner, still in bondage to this domain of evil.
If Ansem were to be destroyed— as much as her heart begged that not to happen, this place had connected them in a way that was not possible to obtain through neither friendship nor intercourse, would her world return to how it once was? Would the fish once again swim in the seas; the gulls once again soar in the skies?
If everything returned to normal, what would happen to her? Would she become a mere scapegoat, a trophy prize to the world from whence she came, not even remembered? Her stomach ached at the thought, but she couldn’t help but think those thoughts unhallowed to those she knew in Aquariss. Her knowledge of the world had changed, had it changed for the worse or the best?
She couldn’t answer that, not even to herself in the quiet of the room. This room was too sensitive to both hers and Ansem’s heart; it was too much like talking to herself in a room where a wall was actually a one-way mirror: an interrogation room. Her eyes traced the black contours of the room, taking in all the tiny details. She pulled at a loose string on the curtains of the four-poster, not daring to look through the curtains. She hoped for and yet feared the idea that Ansem would be waiting for her behind those sheets. Should he be the one to open the curtains and greet her, it would certainly not be with open arms.
She wished she could kill him every time she got near him, but the more she thought about him the more she wretched at the thought. What was wrong with her? She felt ill, the pain in her heart was more than enough to bring attention to the man whose heart was enwrapped in hers.
“Analiese?” his deep, familiar, voice seemed strangely twisted. He sounded like he had been crying. Had he felt her emotions wherever he had been before returning to her side? “Analiese? Why?— what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with us?”
It sounded like a bad soap opera, and for a moment, the girl couldn’t think of anything to say. In the end, she didn’t have a response to give to him that would actually be worth the response. She simply looked away from him, squinting her eyes shut before she broke into sobs that she couldn’t explain.
Ansem didn’t say anything— he didn’t seem to know how to react— his expression was contorted in pain, but not physical pain, her crying seemed to bring out some strange and unseen attitude from him. Silent tears dripped down his cheeks, his tough, masculine exterior seemed to crumble at the sight of the despondent woman.
For a while, neither of them could stop crying.
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 original 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 Two
It appeared the more things that went on, that these horrors must have been a figment of her imagination. Ansem was too… gentle with her. She wondered if it was because she was female, again she cursed her body, wishing more than ever that she could get out of this room and return home. Ansem moved freely from the room of their hearts, and she was still too afraid to move from the bed.
She had no knowledge of time here, all she knew was that time without Ansem felt like someone was driving a dagger into her heart. She supposed it was because this world was the product of the “darkness of their hearts” together, as Ansem had said. If one was without the other in this place, it brought on by the need for the other. That had to be it; she was trying her best to rationalize with things that probably had no rational explanation.
That explanation comforted her more that the only other reason she could think of, something that made her ill. She didn’t want to think that all of this could be stemmed from… from licentious desires with this man who held her captive in her own mind. She’d sooner die, if only she could reach her body. She would destroy herself and Ansem at the same time. And then… and then that silver haired boy she had saved from the Darkness, from Ansem, would probably find some peace in that he would never have to worry about the Darkness consuming his heart again.
But then, Analiese thought, with much of a twinge in her heart, that thought could harm the boy as well. A stranger, some woman he knew nothing about had killed herself to save him.
She dropped the idea for now; an unsettling feeling had rested in her stomach when the thoughts began. It again felt unnatural to not be with her captor, and even more so to cause his death in any way. She didn’t want to let him die— she couldn’t stand the idea of murdering him, even though she was certain it had not been a factor when she had first become this bearer of darkness.
There was the problem in the back of her mind, that problem that was ever looming, ever cruel— that she still had the longing for sex. It was something horrifying to think of, she had never wanted anything so much before, and the fact that this want was purely wanton lust did nothing to quell the feeling that she was going to be quite ill.
She tightly squinted her eyes, unable to leave the room still. Her body was still elsewhere, but it had been moved. She was aware that her body had been placed in a chair or on another bed. Not that it mattered now, she wanted nothing more than to be able to leave and go back to her home world.
Without the sea that normally surrounded her world, Aquariss had become a morbid place where fish no longer swam in the oceans (which had stagnate and turned an acidic color) and seagulls no longer flew in the skies.
Life would have been bad enough if it hadn’t been for the day when the sage saw the stars start to vanish every night. Two, maybe three of them would leave the night’s sky at a time, on some nights nearly as 20 stars would disappear. Vast pockets were beginning to appear at night where the stars used to be. The prophets began to speak in riddles and of other worlds, of the key to the door.
When the Heartless came, the sage had told her about some divine dream he had had involving her saving the life of a boy. Her world had been destroyed, consumed by the Heartless monsters that had eaten away at the world’s Heart. She somehow had survived the destruction along with a handful of the locals, but no prophets had made it to Traverse Town. The sage was as good as dead.
Why the fuck did she ever listen to that man?
She was not the key, Analiese reminded herself. They key was a little girl who had happily landed on an island on another world, she was most likely the key. Analiese had known it from being able to understand Ansem’s heart mildly. It was the only thing she could read without feeling as if her body was being torn apart by the Heartless. Maybe that was who Ansem was looking for, she didn’t care to find out. Ever though every time she was near him she wanted nothing more than some immorally carnal summit with him. She nearly screamed at the thought that she was still trapped, still a prisoner, still in bondage to this domain of evil.
If Ansem were to be destroyed— as much as her heart begged that not to happen, this place had connected them in a way that was not possible to obtain through neither friendship nor intercourse, would her world return to how it once was? Would the fish once again swim in the seas; the gulls once again soar in the skies?
If everything returned to normal, what would happen to her? Would she become a mere scapegoat, a trophy prize to the world from whence she came, not even remembered? Her stomach ached at the thought, but she couldn’t help but think those thoughts unhallowed to those she knew in Aquariss. Her knowledge of the world had changed, had it changed for the worse or the best?
She couldn’t answer that, not even to herself in the quiet of the room. This room was too sensitive to both hers and Ansem’s heart; it was too much like talking to herself in a room where a wall was actually a one-way mirror: an interrogation room. Her eyes traced the black contours of the room, taking in all the tiny details. She pulled at a loose string on the curtains of the four-poster, not daring to look through the curtains. She hoped for and yet feared the idea that Ansem would be waiting for her behind those sheets. Should he be the one to open the curtains and greet her, it would certainly not be with open arms.
She wished she could kill him every time she got near him, but the more she thought about him the more she wretched at the thought. What was wrong with her? She felt ill, the pain in her heart was more than enough to bring attention to the man whose heart was enwrapped in hers.
“Analiese?” his deep, familiar, voice seemed strangely twisted. He sounded like he had been crying. Had he felt her emotions wherever he had been before returning to her side? “Analiese? Why?— what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with us?”
It sounded like a bad soap opera, and for a moment, the girl couldn’t think of anything to say. In the end, she didn’t have a response to give to him that would actually be worth the response. She simply looked away from him, squinting her eyes shut before she broke into sobs that she couldn’t explain.
Ansem didn’t say anything— he didn’t seem to know how to react— his expression was contorted in pain, but not physical pain, her crying seemed to bring out some strange and unseen attitude from him. Silent tears dripped down his cheeks, his tough, masculine exterior seemed to crumble at the sight of the despondent woman.
For a while, neither of them could stop crying.
tbc.