Kingdom Hearts: The Dark Princess of Heart
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Kingdom Hearts › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
1,958
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Her Tragedy
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts, it’s owned by Square soft and Disney. I also don’t own Final Fantasy. I do own Yoko she is basically me as a character. And ‘Saki’ is a band that I made up, and any songs from that band (unless otherwise noted) were written by me.
Warning: In some chapters, there will be lemon and yaoi, which is boy/boy love. If it offends, DON’T READ! But not all of it is yaoi, so there. I will warn you in the beginning of chapters if there is any Shounen-ai, yaoi, or lemon.
In this chapter: Language, angst, rape, and self-mutilation.
Note: Flames will be used for Sora and Riku to snuggle up together in front of a warm fireplace.
Chapter six!
”Yoko?” Riku asked quietly. She turned to him. Her eyes were red rimmed, and her cheeks were shiny. She was crying…
”Hi!” She put on a fake smile. Riku walked over to her, sat next to her, and held her gloved hand in his.
”What’s wrong?”
”Nothing! Nothing, really. I just…think the sunset is beautiful! It makes me…cry!” Riku looked at her knowingly.
”Yoko, you’re lying. What’s wrong?” She sobbed, and before he knew it, he was holding her in his lap, stroking her hair, and whispering nonsense words of comfort in her ear. She eventually stopped, and he wiped the tears from her eyes.
”It’s just…It’s just it’s been getting to me lately. My…my life. I hate my life!” She screamed.
”Yoko…” he rubbed her hand.
I’m sorry…You won’t understand…”
”Tell me, and I will.”
”…”
”So?”
”Alright. I’m ready. Prepare yourself, for you might be shocked. It’s probably worse than you expected.”
”O-Okay.” He nodded, held her hands in his, and she nodded back.
”Well, we can start with this…take off my glove, fishnet arm warmer, and wristband.” He obeyed, and gasped. There were countless scars in her wrist, criss-crossing in unknown patterns.
”What the hell…?” He ran his hand over them.
”Don’t be shocked at that. That’s only the beginning!” She said, and sighed.
”Here goes. There are a lot of things that have happened to me, which explains these. The last time I cut myself was three weeks ago. I’ll tell you why later. When I was younger, my father raped me on a daily basis. I was too scared to fight back.”
He wiped more tears from her eyes. She sobbed some more, and went on.
”I came home from school one day, only to find my house covered in blood, and my mother was hanging from the ceiling in my bedroom with an axe wedged in her side, and she was swinging back and forth, hitting the wall, making loud thuds. My father jumped off the bridge near our house, and was discovered no more than ten minutes later.
”Wait, have ever told anyone this?” She shook her head. “Okay, go on.”
”I remember running form my house, covered in blood, and I was screaming. My neighbors found my dad’s suicide note, and they made Paine come home from college so she and Vincent could take care of me. I was only ten years old. My mother was raped by my father 15 years ago, so yes, I am a rape child. My mom was only twelve when she conceived me.”
She sobbed some more, and I decided to keep her sitting in my lap, and rested my head on hers. She was gripping my hand for dear life.
”Go on.
”I have tried committing suicide four times. I tried to cut myself really deep twice, I took an overdose of aspirin once, and I jumped from my bedroom window once, but none were successful.
”Damn. I’m really glad you didn’t succeed... Now, if you don’t mind me asking, what about your ex-boyfriend?” She half sighed, half sobbed.
”Well, if you insist. I remember I was at my boyfriend, Miroku’s house. He was upstairs, supposedly taking a shower, and I was making toast. I remember hearing a cry of pain, and I ran upstairs, and he was sitting, fully clothed in a bathtub filled with bloody water. There was a bloody knife on the floor next to the bathtub, and his golden eyes seemed lifeless, full of nothingness.”
”Oh my god. Are you sure you want to go on?”
”Yes…”
”Alright…what happened to him?
”I could tell the blood was gushing from his wrists, which were underwater. I screamed, and jumped in the tub full of bloody water, hugging him tightly, crying, and screaming ‘no, no, no, no, NO!’ over and over again. I still remembered his last words… He could barely talk…he said, ’Yoko, I don’t deserve to live. Everything has been taken from me. Don’t cry. I will always love you.’ And before I could tell him I loved him back, his body suddenly felt limp, and eyes closed, and he died right there in my arms.”
Tears began streaming down her face.
”That was three weeks ago. That was also the last time I tried committing suicide by slitting my wrists.” Yoko said that last word, and began balling. Riku couldn’t help but feel so sad. Someone so broken turned into a pretty, nice, happy teenager with a whole career to look foreword to. He held her close, and cried silently with her.
”Holy…fucking…shit… Why did he do that?” He said silently.
”…Well, Miroku had a sister that was one year older than him. She was always jealous of him, for reasons I don’t know. She raped him one day, and he became…well…I guess you could call it ‘gothic’. He was still the same Miroku I knew, but more depressed. I slit my wrists before he did, but he did start slitting his wrists. I discovered his sister who was named Luca had gotten upset, and committed suicide. As much as he was angry at her, she was still flesh and blood. Then…well…” She looked at him.
”No one deserves to go through that…”
”Really, it’s okay. That’s why I became a singer, so I could just leave it all behind, or at least try to.”
”Promise me something…”
”What?” He pulled something out of his pocket, took her hand, and put the object in hers. He curled her fingers around the object so she was holding it securely. She opened her hand, and there was a necklace with a really pretty paopu fruit keychain. She smiled, and he put in on for her.
“I want you to wear this for me…and never take it off.”
”I promise…”
”I love you, Yoko.” He cupped the side of her face with his hand. He stroked her hair with his thumb.
”Hu?“ She gasped, and his lips touched hers. He was about to leave, but she insisted on more. His tongue parted her mouth, and he lined the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Their tongues brushed against each other, sending chills down both of their spines. Yoko moaned out, Riku moaning about the same time, they finally broke apart for some much needed air.
”I love you too…” She whispered, and touched her tingling lips.
”We should really go.” Riku smiled.
”Oh yeah, and you can tell everyone about…me…” She gave him a sad smile.
”Baby…” He kissed her forehead again.
”Hey!” She poked his side. “Don’t call me baby!”
”Aw, okay.” He laughed. “Can I call you angel?”
”Grr…”
”Well, I’m calling you baby, like it or not!”
”Fine!” They laughed together, he gave her a quick peck on the lips, and they left Destiny Island, and went to sleep in the comfort of their rooms.
”I’m sick…” Yoko moaned the next day. “I don’t think I can go with you guys…” Wakka, Tidus, and Riku were in her room, trying to get her to go.
”I didn’t get you sick, did I?” Riku asked worriedly. She smiled, and shook her head.
”Paine had a bad cold, so I think I got it from her. I should feel better by tomorrow.”
”Someone should stay with you, since Paine and Vincent aren’t here…”
”I will!” Wakka said. Riku cringed.
Nooooo! Riku thought
”Good idea. It will help, since you want to be a doctor when you grow up. “ Tidus said. Yoko smiled.
”Thanks Wakka! Guys, please try and be back at around 5:30 so you can help with decorating in case I’m still in bed. I will sing, no matter what!”
”Okay, great! See you in about…” Tidus checked his watch. “eight hours!” Yoko and Wakka nodded, and Riku gave her a worried glance. She shook her head and smiled reassuringly. Not feeling any better, he forced a smile, and walked out.
”Riku, wait up!” Tidus almost tripped trying to follow him.
”So, Yoko. You okay? If not, I’ll get ya somethin’. If yes, I’ll just watch TV downstairs.” She laughed, and gave him a serious look.
”I would like some water, and if I were really, REALLY, REALLY sick, would you leave me upstairs and watch whatever the hell downstairs?” She smiled. He looked worried.
”I…u-uh…”
”Hey, I’m kidding! I don’t need anything, but can you get me that journal over there?” Wakka looked over his shoulder, and nodded.
”Thanks, Wacky, erm, I mean, Wakka.” She smiled innocently.
”Ha, ha. Very funny. Yell if ya need somethin’.” Wakka laughed, pat her on the head, and walked out. He was only a year older than her, but he acted like he was her 20 year old brother, but at least he didn’t try and flirt with her or anything. She looked down at her diary.
”Hello. Time to write!”
”We’re BACK!” Sora yelled into Yoko’s house, and they discovered Wakka snoring on the couch, and X-rated material was playing on the TV.
”Oh, that’s unsanitary!” Selphie wrinkled her petite nose.
”No, it’s pretty!” Riku said, and stared.
”Ugh…Yoko?” Kairi yelled. She, Selphie, Tidus, and Sora walked upstairs. Yoko was also sleeping, and she was holding a small, blue notebook up to her chest. Kairi recognized it as her diary.
”I’m just going to…” Sora slipped over, took the diary, and he sat on the floor. The others sat behind him, and they all read the entry earlier that morning.
Dear Diary,
Something strange is happening. I’ve been having dreams about a girl…she is pretty, and she looks like my beloved, Miroku. She keeps telling me to kill myself…I don’t know what to do. I told Riku about me last night…it was hard, but I handled it. We kissed, too! Anyway, I would be devastated if he found out I had cut myself minutes after I arrived home, and today while Wakka was sleeping. I’m scared…I don’t want to have the same fate as my Beloved…
All of them stared in disbelief.
”What the fuck…” Sora muttered.
”Why, Yoko…” Kairi could feel a lump in her throat.
”What should we do?” Sora whispered.
”I don’t know…but we should try and show this to Paine.” Tidus said, and he looked at Kairi. She nodded.
”That’s a good idea. I don’t think she’ll go ballistic, since she was a cutter herself.” Kairi gave him a sad smile.
”Let’s go…she needs to get ready for tonight.” Selphie left, and the others followed, but Sora made sure he put the notebook right back where it was.
It was going to be a long night…
Sorry it’s so angsty… I just felt like it! Please R&R! It will make Riku happy! pats Riku on the head
Warning: In some chapters, there will be lemon and yaoi, which is boy/boy love. If it offends, DON’T READ! But not all of it is yaoi, so there. I will warn you in the beginning of chapters if there is any Shounen-ai, yaoi, or lemon.
In this chapter: Language, angst, rape, and self-mutilation.
Note: Flames will be used for Sora and Riku to snuggle up together in front of a warm fireplace.
Chapter six!
”Yoko?” Riku asked quietly. She turned to him. Her eyes were red rimmed, and her cheeks were shiny. She was crying…
”Hi!” She put on a fake smile. Riku walked over to her, sat next to her, and held her gloved hand in his.
”What’s wrong?”
”Nothing! Nothing, really. I just…think the sunset is beautiful! It makes me…cry!” Riku looked at her knowingly.
”Yoko, you’re lying. What’s wrong?” She sobbed, and before he knew it, he was holding her in his lap, stroking her hair, and whispering nonsense words of comfort in her ear. She eventually stopped, and he wiped the tears from her eyes.
”It’s just…It’s just it’s been getting to me lately. My…my life. I hate my life!” She screamed.
”Yoko…” he rubbed her hand.
I’m sorry…You won’t understand…”
”Tell me, and I will.”
”…”
”So?”
”Alright. I’m ready. Prepare yourself, for you might be shocked. It’s probably worse than you expected.”
”O-Okay.” He nodded, held her hands in his, and she nodded back.
”Well, we can start with this…take off my glove, fishnet arm warmer, and wristband.” He obeyed, and gasped. There were countless scars in her wrist, criss-crossing in unknown patterns.
”What the hell…?” He ran his hand over them.
”Don’t be shocked at that. That’s only the beginning!” She said, and sighed.
”Here goes. There are a lot of things that have happened to me, which explains these. The last time I cut myself was three weeks ago. I’ll tell you why later. When I was younger, my father raped me on a daily basis. I was too scared to fight back.”
He wiped more tears from her eyes. She sobbed some more, and went on.
”I came home from school one day, only to find my house covered in blood, and my mother was hanging from the ceiling in my bedroom with an axe wedged in her side, and she was swinging back and forth, hitting the wall, making loud thuds. My father jumped off the bridge near our house, and was discovered no more than ten minutes later.
”Wait, have ever told anyone this?” She shook her head. “Okay, go on.”
”I remember running form my house, covered in blood, and I was screaming. My neighbors found my dad’s suicide note, and they made Paine come home from college so she and Vincent could take care of me. I was only ten years old. My mother was raped by my father 15 years ago, so yes, I am a rape child. My mom was only twelve when she conceived me.”
She sobbed some more, and I decided to keep her sitting in my lap, and rested my head on hers. She was gripping my hand for dear life.
”Go on.
”I have tried committing suicide four times. I tried to cut myself really deep twice, I took an overdose of aspirin once, and I jumped from my bedroom window once, but none were successful.
”Damn. I’m really glad you didn’t succeed... Now, if you don’t mind me asking, what about your ex-boyfriend?” She half sighed, half sobbed.
”Well, if you insist. I remember I was at my boyfriend, Miroku’s house. He was upstairs, supposedly taking a shower, and I was making toast. I remember hearing a cry of pain, and I ran upstairs, and he was sitting, fully clothed in a bathtub filled with bloody water. There was a bloody knife on the floor next to the bathtub, and his golden eyes seemed lifeless, full of nothingness.”
”Oh my god. Are you sure you want to go on?”
”Yes…”
”Alright…what happened to him?
”I could tell the blood was gushing from his wrists, which were underwater. I screamed, and jumped in the tub full of bloody water, hugging him tightly, crying, and screaming ‘no, no, no, no, NO!’ over and over again. I still remembered his last words… He could barely talk…he said, ’Yoko, I don’t deserve to live. Everything has been taken from me. Don’t cry. I will always love you.’ And before I could tell him I loved him back, his body suddenly felt limp, and eyes closed, and he died right there in my arms.”
Tears began streaming down her face.
”That was three weeks ago. That was also the last time I tried committing suicide by slitting my wrists.” Yoko said that last word, and began balling. Riku couldn’t help but feel so sad. Someone so broken turned into a pretty, nice, happy teenager with a whole career to look foreword to. He held her close, and cried silently with her.
”Holy…fucking…shit… Why did he do that?” He said silently.
”…Well, Miroku had a sister that was one year older than him. She was always jealous of him, for reasons I don’t know. She raped him one day, and he became…well…I guess you could call it ‘gothic’. He was still the same Miroku I knew, but more depressed. I slit my wrists before he did, but he did start slitting his wrists. I discovered his sister who was named Luca had gotten upset, and committed suicide. As much as he was angry at her, she was still flesh and blood. Then…well…” She looked at him.
”No one deserves to go through that…”
”Really, it’s okay. That’s why I became a singer, so I could just leave it all behind, or at least try to.”
”Promise me something…”
”What?” He pulled something out of his pocket, took her hand, and put the object in hers. He curled her fingers around the object so she was holding it securely. She opened her hand, and there was a necklace with a really pretty paopu fruit keychain. She smiled, and he put in on for her.
“I want you to wear this for me…and never take it off.”
”I promise…”
”I love you, Yoko.” He cupped the side of her face with his hand. He stroked her hair with his thumb.
”Hu?“ She gasped, and his lips touched hers. He was about to leave, but she insisted on more. His tongue parted her mouth, and he lined the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Their tongues brushed against each other, sending chills down both of their spines. Yoko moaned out, Riku moaning about the same time, they finally broke apart for some much needed air.
”I love you too…” She whispered, and touched her tingling lips.
”We should really go.” Riku smiled.
”Oh yeah, and you can tell everyone about…me…” She gave him a sad smile.
”Baby…” He kissed her forehead again.
”Hey!” She poked his side. “Don’t call me baby!”
”Aw, okay.” He laughed. “Can I call you angel?”
”Grr…”
”Well, I’m calling you baby, like it or not!”
”Fine!” They laughed together, he gave her a quick peck on the lips, and they left Destiny Island, and went to sleep in the comfort of their rooms.
”I’m sick…” Yoko moaned the next day. “I don’t think I can go with you guys…” Wakka, Tidus, and Riku were in her room, trying to get her to go.
”I didn’t get you sick, did I?” Riku asked worriedly. She smiled, and shook her head.
”Paine had a bad cold, so I think I got it from her. I should feel better by tomorrow.”
”Someone should stay with you, since Paine and Vincent aren’t here…”
”I will!” Wakka said. Riku cringed.
Nooooo! Riku thought
”Good idea. It will help, since you want to be a doctor when you grow up. “ Tidus said. Yoko smiled.
”Thanks Wakka! Guys, please try and be back at around 5:30 so you can help with decorating in case I’m still in bed. I will sing, no matter what!”
”Okay, great! See you in about…” Tidus checked his watch. “eight hours!” Yoko and Wakka nodded, and Riku gave her a worried glance. She shook her head and smiled reassuringly. Not feeling any better, he forced a smile, and walked out.
”Riku, wait up!” Tidus almost tripped trying to follow him.
”So, Yoko. You okay? If not, I’ll get ya somethin’. If yes, I’ll just watch TV downstairs.” She laughed, and gave him a serious look.
”I would like some water, and if I were really, REALLY, REALLY sick, would you leave me upstairs and watch whatever the hell downstairs?” She smiled. He looked worried.
”I…u-uh…”
”Hey, I’m kidding! I don’t need anything, but can you get me that journal over there?” Wakka looked over his shoulder, and nodded.
”Thanks, Wacky, erm, I mean, Wakka.” She smiled innocently.
”Ha, ha. Very funny. Yell if ya need somethin’.” Wakka laughed, pat her on the head, and walked out. He was only a year older than her, but he acted like he was her 20 year old brother, but at least he didn’t try and flirt with her or anything. She looked down at her diary.
”Hello. Time to write!”
”We’re BACK!” Sora yelled into Yoko’s house, and they discovered Wakka snoring on the couch, and X-rated material was playing on the TV.
”Oh, that’s unsanitary!” Selphie wrinkled her petite nose.
”No, it’s pretty!” Riku said, and stared.
”Ugh…Yoko?” Kairi yelled. She, Selphie, Tidus, and Sora walked upstairs. Yoko was also sleeping, and she was holding a small, blue notebook up to her chest. Kairi recognized it as her diary.
”I’m just going to…” Sora slipped over, took the diary, and he sat on the floor. The others sat behind him, and they all read the entry earlier that morning.
Dear Diary,
Something strange is happening. I’ve been having dreams about a girl…she is pretty, and she looks like my beloved, Miroku. She keeps telling me to kill myself…I don’t know what to do. I told Riku about me last night…it was hard, but I handled it. We kissed, too! Anyway, I would be devastated if he found out I had cut myself minutes after I arrived home, and today while Wakka was sleeping. I’m scared…I don’t want to have the same fate as my Beloved…
All of them stared in disbelief.
”What the fuck…” Sora muttered.
”Why, Yoko…” Kairi could feel a lump in her throat.
”What should we do?” Sora whispered.
”I don’t know…but we should try and show this to Paine.” Tidus said, and he looked at Kairi. She nodded.
”That’s a good idea. I don’t think she’ll go ballistic, since she was a cutter herself.” Kairi gave him a sad smile.
”Let’s go…she needs to get ready for tonight.” Selphie left, and the others followed, but Sora made sure he put the notebook right back where it was.
It was going to be a long night…
Sorry it’s so angsty… I just felt like it! Please R&R! It will make Riku happy! pats Riku on the head