Kingdom Darkness

Title: Kingdom Darkness
Chapter: Seperation
Rating: R [ NC17 later on. ]
Pairings: Riku – Sora
Comments: Seven is my lucky number. So hopefully this will be a good chapter? Maybe. How did you like the little bit of Yaoi in the past chapter. ;3 I thought that it was at just the right amounts for their ages. After all, being like… twelve/thirteen and living on an island, your not going to be as kinky as some land-lubbers. Anyway… no real warnings for this chapter.

Squaresoft and Disney own Kingdom Hearts, and I am making no money from this.






/ Kingdom Hearts…


Can it just be … only a dream?


How could reality be-… like th-this-s…


…so cruel /


For now, the darkness had retreated.


Mushu slumped on Sora’s shoulder, coughing now and then, little puffs of dark smoke coming from his nose.


“ Man… I aint seen nothing like that before.” Mushu gasped. He raised his head a little bit, and peered at Sora, whose eyes had gone stale and glossy.


“ Nothing… I’m fine.” Sora managed after a moment, his hand gripped tightly at his shirt front. Mushu straightened, the way that a snake might, his tongue slipping out for a quick taste of the chilled air.


“ Na… something is. You humans don’t have heart pains for nothing.” Mushu nodded to himself.


“ I’m fine.” Sora repeated, forcing himself up from his knee. He let go of his shrit and slipped his hand from the coat, zipping it up even further. The little metal thing didn’t seem to want to stay up.


“ Alright, whatever you say… hey! I smell smoke.”


“ Are you sure its not coming from yourself?” Sora asked, taking a few steps forward and testing the stability of his legs.


“ Because. This smoke is from wood, cant you smell it?” Mushu tested the air again, and pointed to the rolling distance, “ That way! Hurry, it might be Mulan!”


Sora nodded, and begun to run through the snow, having to slow when it now rose up past his knee’s. It was hard, trying to move through the stuff. Nothing like sand, and yet it could crumble in his hand. Sora was glad that the island didn’t get snow.


“ Run faster, run faster!” Mushu was pulling on his hair, the ones just behind his ears, and the ones that hurt the most. Sora hissed and just plowed through the white fluff as fast as he could, Pluto following close in his tracks and barking.


“ What is it, what is it… come on, Mulan…” Mushu leaned his long neck out, looking back and forth, then snagged another piece of Sora’s hair and pulling hard, “ Right there! A cave!”


“ Alright!” even Sora was excited for the little dragon. He balled his fists as he ran, slowing to a rather sad jog when they got closer. Mushu seemed to be craning further and further forwards, especially when a form came into view.


“ There! Right there, its…aw, crap, its just that jerk.” Sora stopped when the dragon leapt from his shoulder. He plopped into the snow, making a small divet there, then popping his head out like a golfer.


“ What? What do you mean?” Sora looked baffled, and reached down to pick up Mushu. But the little red dragon batted his hand away feircly and begun to struggle onto more stable snow.


“ Soude.ude. A real jerk. The army general of that camp back there, or what used to be a camp. Li Shang.” Mushu crawled out, using Sora’s pant leg to do so. Using that, he crawled up and back to Sora’s shoulder, nestling under the wide lapel.


“ Well… what if he knows where she is?” Sora said, starting over to the lonely figure. Mushu’s little whispers went stiff at this plan.


“ No way! There aint no way I’m talking to that big jerk.” Mushu said sternly, and ducked his head, curling into a ball in that warm little spot.


“ Fine then. I will.” Sora tripped a little when he hit lower ground. Mushu rocked with him like a large mound of rice on his shoulder. The figure of the general slumped a little bit in the distance, away from the small fire burning there, and then fell over onto the side.


“H-hey! He passed out!” Sora, despite of how much the muscles in his thin legs were screaming at him, begun the trot again. Mushu stuck his head out and clicked his tongue.


“ Maybe whatever crawled up his butt got to his brain.” Mushu said in a rather calm, pleased voice. Sora snorted a little and pushed back a few pieces of hair, which had fallen down into his face from snow melting in it.


Beside the fire was a red glow that was nearly as bright at the burning embers themselves. Sora didn’t need to look twice to know what it was; a heart. It twisted there on the spot, and then darted off across the snow, past the series of large snow mounds, and off down a slope.


“ His heart was stolen.” Sora yelled, turning towards the direction the heart was going. Mushu slipped his head out, letting it roll to the side a little.


“ Yeah, by a concubine a few years ago--… Hey… what’s that red thing?”


“ That’s his heart!” Turning for a moment, Sora pointed back the way that came, to Pluto, “ Go back and get someone from the camp to help him.”


Pluto barked, his tongue lagging out, turning in the snow and kicking up a few flakes in Sora’s face. He took off, following their tracks with his large nose, moving quicker than Sora had. Its moments like these that he wished he was born a dog.


“ Hey… uh… you know thats a pretty steep slope down there… it’d take you hours to run down—“ Mushu was cut off.


“ We’re sliding!” Sora grinned a little, taking Mushu and shoving him into the hood of the jacket. Mushu held onto the hem, looking down at the slope with a sour expression.


Sora took a jump, and begun to slide down the slope, spinning around once or twice, after the heart, that was tearing off into the distance.


// The storm had blown in from no where.


There was no warning, no sounds of thunder in the distance, or even the slight droplet of rain. It surprised all of them.


Around five in the afternoon, when most everyone had gone back to their home islands for dinner, was when the storm struck. It bordered on a hurricane, the wind whipping around hideously. The tree’s were bending because of it, and the waves were slapping against the sand with power. There was no way Sora and Riku could leave safely.


“ Sora, its okay.” Riku soothed, when a crash had sent Sora into the corner of the old beach house. His bright blue eyes were wet and miserable, and he looked about ready to cry again.


“ W-we haven’t had a storm this bad in years, Riku… “ Sora said, beginning to choke and hiccup.


“ Its okay… these blow in sometimes, Sora. Not all the time, though.” Riku placed his hand on Sora’s shoulder. He looked up with a sniff. Tears had already begun to pour down his cheeks in thick streams. Riku touched Sora’s wet cheeks, forcing a little smile.


“ I’m scared, Riku!” Sora cried, throwing himself against his friend, just in time for another crash to the room. Probably an errand branch falling from one of the tall palm above.


“ Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Riku held his friend tightly, as he scooted backwards to the wall. It was shaking a little from the storm outside, which worried him only slightly, and grabbed one of the beach towels folded on a shelf.


“ I don’t like storms.” Sora sniffed, his face buried against Riku’s chest. It was a warming feeling, he thought, as he spread the fluffed towel over the both of them. Sora relaxed a little bit, but there was still a certain strain and tension hiding in his slender back.


“ It wont hurt you, I promise. Anything would need to get through me first.” Riku smiled a little, running his long fingers underneath Sora’s shirt, and up the length on his back. He made a noise, shivering, since Riku figure that his hand might be cold. He then started to massage the tense muscles.


“ That feels good, Riku.” Sora sighed, his head pressing against Riku’s shoulder. Riku tilted his head back against the shack wall, and stayed like that for a while. Touching Sora, sometimes between his shoulders, others in the small of his back. Where, Riku found, he was the most sensitive. He arched against Riku gently, almost begging for his hand to slip lower…


But by the time that Riku was just about to ask Sora, if he needed something to take his mind away from the storm, something real… he had fallen asleep.


Riku sighed and pushed the sleeping boy onto the ground, laying him there gently, and spreading the towel on top of him. Sora made a mumbled sound in his sleep, and turned his head against the floor until he found it at a comfortable position.


Laying down beside his friend, Riku took the moment to admire his sleeping friend. Sora’s smooth tan skin, stretching flawlessly across his cheeks, slowly rising to the gentle form of his kittenish nose, arching up to form his heavy eyebrows, drawn down in fear, and those long dark eyelashes, fluttering against his cheekbones in his sleep.


The part of this that interested Riku the most, was the suculant slope and form of Sora’s lips. They looked a little chapped here and there. Riku wondered if Sora worried his lip when nervous. And if so, he never noticed it, and he usually watched his friend –very- closely. But despite the cracks, they appeared smooth and soft.


Riku nearly lost himself when Sora’s pink little tongue protruded, wetting the chapped skin, and he was finding it harder to hold back. Maybe he should go on impulse, just for a moment. It wasn’t like Sora was awake to complain, right?


/ Would he even complain? /


Riku leaned over Sora, white hair falling before his face in a gentle cascade, and gingerly pressed his lips to Sora’s. Moving them a little, he slid them across to that one smooth cheek, dotting a few here or there, and then drifting down to Sora’s long throat.


He only snuck one little peck there, looking up to see Sora stirring a little. A glint of blue told Riku that Sora had already awaken, and he could only pray that Sora hadn’t been awake during his slight assault.


“ Riku…” Sora breathed, his voice drowsy with sleep, “ why did you stop?”


“ Stop what?” He tried playing it off, leaning back onto his folded legs. Sora looked a little confused, but td hid his head back, first pointing to his cheek, and then letting his finger do a rolling slide to his neck.


“ It felt nice… why did you stop?” Sora asked again.


“ Because… You were so worried about the storm… I thought letting you sleep would help it pass.” Riku explained. The storm outside had quieted a little bit, but it still thundered now and then. It sounded like it was blowing back out to sea.


“ You want me to?” Riku stared at the place that Sora’s finger was idly brushing, scratching maybe. Perhaps his kisses tickled? “ Alright, then.”


Riku could feel Sora’s eyes boring a hole into him as he lowered his head again, first taking a deep breathe. Sora smelled of soap, simple and clean, with only the slightest undertone of salt and dirt. Just the way Riku always imagined it would be. He glanced up to see Sora still watching, and grinned a little.


He felt playful.


He hooked the round corner of Sora’s jaw and bit his earlobe. Sora chirped in surprise and wormed around a little bit. Riku held it there for a moment, lightly pulling, then let go and instead attacked the skin just below Sora’s ear. He moaned a little, his clumsy fingers finding their way into Riku’s hair. And he had to admit… it felt kind of nice, having someone play with his hair.


Riku stopped again, and spread out beside Sora. His friend’s eyes snapped open, fully awake, and he looked over with another dazzled look.


“ I’m tired, too, Sora.” Riku yawned. He was tired, after all. He guessed that it was nearing nine right. Us. Usually he’d be in bed by now. Sora nodded a little, and scooted closer to Riku, extending part of the towel out to him.


“ Okay, Riku.” Sora nestled his head under Riku’s chin. His fine hair was drifting across his neck a little, tickling somewhat…Riku smiled a little and wrapped his arms around Sora tightly.


T
They stayed like that until morning came. The beach was covered in wet palms, the boats had blow out into the ocean, and there were already a few more paddling out to meet them//


“ Sora… after all that time…”


Riku didn’t need to look to know his friend was behind him. The heart, though, was already his.


“ Riku!” Sora yelled. Riku smiled a little bit, turning.


“ Finally. I’ve been waiting here for almost half an hour. What took you so long?” Riku asked calmly. Sora’s face was red, mostly from the snow, but another part of it was from anger.


“ Stop stealing hearts, Riku!” Sora said loudly. Riku’s smile twitched a little bit. He had to keep up this façade.


“ I cant stop, Sora.” Riku said calmly, running his fingers through his hair. It had grown stiff from thld, ld, “ I wont stop. This is what I want, Sora. Ultimate power from the Heartless.”


“ But its not right, Riku!” Sora looked like he was about to cry. Another swing at his mask, and Riku didn’t know how much longer he could hold off.


“ I don’t care. Unless you want to fight me, Sora, then I suggest you leave.”


“ Why don’t you leave, huh? Where’s the Heartless to come and take you back when you need them?” Sora sounded hysterical. Soon he’d start hyperventilating… Riku didn’t know how he knew this. All of his memories before the Heartless took over had been takenong ong with…


Riku’s jaw tightened when Sora fell down to his knee’s. He was holding his hands to his face, and sobbing pitifully. The darkness within him was begging for him to destroy Sora, right here and now. To stop the bearer of the Keyblade, and preserve the power of the Heartless.


“Sora…” Riku begun, when something suddenly struck him. Something old… it scared him a little, because he had no idea what it was, “ You… you used to cry, when it stormed…”


“ What?” The response was breathe. Sora was gripping at his raw throat, looking up at Riku with freezing tears clinging to his eyelashes. Riku took a hesitant step back.


“ Cry… and-and I’d be there… right?”


“ You were always there, when you we still good!” Sora hollered. Riku rubbed at his temple, and a moment later, the memory was gone. Stolen again by the Heartless.


“ Why are you talking about this, Riku?” Sora’s voice sounded hoarse when he talked, “ Don’t you remember it?”


“ I don’t.” Riku cleared his throat, and smirked again. This time, it was forced, “ I lost all my memories, Sora.”


“ What do you mean?”


“ My heart, Sora. I lost my heart.”







End of Chapter Seven
BwahBwahahaha. I like this chapter, if I say so myself. Kind of bland and straight to the point, isn’t it? I might add another chapter soon.

-L-chan