Kingdom Hearts: The Dark Princess of Heart
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Category:
Kingdom Hearts › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
1,960
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
The Dream
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, self-mutilation
Note: Flames will be used for Sora and Riku to snuggle up together in front of a warm fireplace.
Chapter VIII
”Come, darling…”
A strange voice filled the air. It was so familiar, but Yoko couldn’t out her finger on it. She was standing on some kind of liquid that was black, and surrounded by black.
”Who are you?”
”Call me Luca.” The voice said. This was the first time the girl ever spoke her name. Yoko screamed.
”Luca? Miroku’s sister?”
”Oh, yes, darling…” The voice dripped with venom.
”Wh-what do you want?” Yoko was worried. A girl stepped out from the shadows. She looked like Miroku, and Yoko had seen her before. So, this was Luca…
”We meet again? Yoko, don’t be scared. I’m only here to ease the pain.” Yoko nodded, and Luca went on.
”I see Miroku sometimes. He misses you dearly, the poor thing. He says he will do whatever he can to have you back…” Luca gave Yoko a mischievous smile. “In fact…” Luca’s smiled became wider. She held up her hand, and snapped her fingers.
”Wha?” Bright light shone everywhere. Yoko realized she was standing on a lake of blood. It was nighttime because there were stars in the sky, but the moon was totally eclipsed, blacker than anything else she’d seen in her life. This was a very morbid place. Body parts littered the ground, and she could see the dead floating underneath the blood. She could see souls of people walking around, crying, mourning, screaming for help…
”Don’t say anything. You are in Hell. This is where Miroku and I live now.” Luca stepped aside, and Miroku was standing behind her. He smiled when he saw Yoko.
”Yoko!” He ran to her, but went right through her. Yoko felt tears streaming down her cheeks.
”Miroku…” Yoko choked out. She buckled over and began crying harder than she ever had in her life. Miroku glared at his sister.
”You bitch.” He said, and kneeled down beside Yoko, who was now covered in blood from the lake. He put a hand on her shoulder, or at least tried too.
”Yoko…I miss you so much…”
”I m-miss you t-too…”
”Yoko…”
”Oh, Miroku! I love you so much…I never got to tell you! I’m so stupid! I don’t know what I would do without you! I guess I have Riku now, but I am only interfering. His true love is Sora, not me! Why, oh why?” She half screamed, half sobbed.
”Yoko! It’s okay! Don’t do this…”
”But I have too! I have too, I have too! It’s the only way to get ll of my agony out, to cry…”
”No it’s not, Yoko.” He crawled around her so he was looking into her eyes. He pressed his lips against hers, and surprisingly, he didn’t go through her. She kissed back. Luca was disgusted. Miroku pulled back for a much needed breath.
”Oh, Roki…” She smiled. She used to call him Roki all the time when he was alive. “I love you…”
”I love you too…” He stroked her cheek with his hand, but went through, so he planted a kiss on her forehead.
Yoko stood up, and Miroku did too. Yoko looked down at the ground, tears still falling, and Miroku looked at her worriedly.
”You see, Yoko…” Luca spoke up, and the ex-lovers looked at her. “If you just simply cut yourself, you can be with Miroku for eternity. Together forever. It’s for the best.” Yoko absentmindedly nodded, and in that instant, everything went black. She could have sworn she heard Miroku yell “Don’t do it! Don’t listen to my deranged sister! It’s not for the best! She’s lying!”, but couldn’t be sure. Black became white, and white became reality.
”Whoa!” Yoko shot up from her bed. She looked down at her self, and discovered she was covered in dried blood that was not hers. She remember the dream. “Oh, shit…” She took a shower, and went on with her day, trying to block the disturbing images from her dream from her mind.
The next four days were basically a routine. Yoko, Riku, Kairi, and Sora were trying to make the raft absolutely perfect. Wakka, Selphie and Tidus helped with getting them more experienced with fighting. The next four nights, however, were dreadful for Yoko and Sora. Every night, Sora would come over to her house, and just cry a river. All she could do was talk to him, and try and comfort him. She felt it wasn’t time to tell Riku about Sora’s actions. The fifth night, however, Sora didn’t come over because he was sleeping over at Tidus’. Yoko sat with her knees up to her chin in a corner of her room, and held a knife to her wrist.
Yoko POV
I feel like a real bitch right now. It’s my fault Sora is so upset….if I haven’t moved to this island, than those two could be together…and I wouldn’t be in this picture. I don’t deserve this. I feel like I have cause Sora millenniums of pain… But now, I can just end it all, and be in the safe embrace of my one and only. She says so…the girl in my dreams…right? Right. Plus, Miroku and I will be together. This is it. I feel the blade go deeper than I have ever done. A hiss escapes my lips, but it feels so good at the same time. I watch the blood fall onto the black and white carpet below me, slowly making a puddle. I slit my other wrist, too. Why not? I let my head roll back and close my eyes. I start to feel dizzy. Probably from blood loss, but it will be over soon. I open my eyes again, and everything is slowly turning black. I try and stand up, but I collapse on the floor. Everything is blurry, and I feel like I’m falling…falling…falling…
End of POV
Riku came over less than 30 minutes later. He pushed the button on her door, and almost screamed out for what he saw. Blink-182’s Down was playing, and the note card said, “Possibly committing suicide. I’d like to see you try and stop me, if you’re not too late.”
Ooh…what will happen to Yoko? Is it really too late? MWAHAHA! Sorry the chapter is so short…I’m just busy with the super bowl and crap. Go patriots!
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, self-mutilation
Note: Flames will be used for Sora and Riku to snuggle up together in front of a warm fireplace.
Chapter VIII
”Come, darling…”
A strange voice filled the air. It was so familiar, but Yoko couldn’t out her finger on it. She was standing on some kind of liquid that was black, and surrounded by black.
”Who are you?”
”Call me Luca.” The voice said. This was the first time the girl ever spoke her name. Yoko screamed.
”Luca? Miroku’s sister?”
”Oh, yes, darling…” The voice dripped with venom.
”Wh-what do you want?” Yoko was worried. A girl stepped out from the shadows. She looked like Miroku, and Yoko had seen her before. So, this was Luca…
”We meet again? Yoko, don’t be scared. I’m only here to ease the pain.” Yoko nodded, and Luca went on.
”I see Miroku sometimes. He misses you dearly, the poor thing. He says he will do whatever he can to have you back…” Luca gave Yoko a mischievous smile. “In fact…” Luca’s smiled became wider. She held up her hand, and snapped her fingers.
”Wha?” Bright light shone everywhere. Yoko realized she was standing on a lake of blood. It was nighttime because there were stars in the sky, but the moon was totally eclipsed, blacker than anything else she’d seen in her life. This was a very morbid place. Body parts littered the ground, and she could see the dead floating underneath the blood. She could see souls of people walking around, crying, mourning, screaming for help…
”Don’t say anything. You are in Hell. This is where Miroku and I live now.” Luca stepped aside, and Miroku was standing behind her. He smiled when he saw Yoko.
”Yoko!” He ran to her, but went right through her. Yoko felt tears streaming down her cheeks.
”Miroku…” Yoko choked out. She buckled over and began crying harder than she ever had in her life. Miroku glared at his sister.
”You bitch.” He said, and kneeled down beside Yoko, who was now covered in blood from the lake. He put a hand on her shoulder, or at least tried too.
”Yoko…I miss you so much…”
”I m-miss you t-too…”
”Yoko…”
”Oh, Miroku! I love you so much…I never got to tell you! I’m so stupid! I don’t know what I would do without you! I guess I have Riku now, but I am only interfering. His true love is Sora, not me! Why, oh why?” She half screamed, half sobbed.
”Yoko! It’s okay! Don’t do this…”
”But I have too! I have too, I have too! It’s the only way to get ll of my agony out, to cry…”
”No it’s not, Yoko.” He crawled around her so he was looking into her eyes. He pressed his lips against hers, and surprisingly, he didn’t go through her. She kissed back. Luca was disgusted. Miroku pulled back for a much needed breath.
”Oh, Roki…” She smiled. She used to call him Roki all the time when he was alive. “I love you…”
”I love you too…” He stroked her cheek with his hand, but went through, so he planted a kiss on her forehead.
Yoko stood up, and Miroku did too. Yoko looked down at the ground, tears still falling, and Miroku looked at her worriedly.
”You see, Yoko…” Luca spoke up, and the ex-lovers looked at her. “If you just simply cut yourself, you can be with Miroku for eternity. Together forever. It’s for the best.” Yoko absentmindedly nodded, and in that instant, everything went black. She could have sworn she heard Miroku yell “Don’t do it! Don’t listen to my deranged sister! It’s not for the best! She’s lying!”, but couldn’t be sure. Black became white, and white became reality.
”Whoa!” Yoko shot up from her bed. She looked down at her self, and discovered she was covered in dried blood that was not hers. She remember the dream. “Oh, shit…” She took a shower, and went on with her day, trying to block the disturbing images from her dream from her mind.
The next four days were basically a routine. Yoko, Riku, Kairi, and Sora were trying to make the raft absolutely perfect. Wakka, Selphie and Tidus helped with getting them more experienced with fighting. The next four nights, however, were dreadful for Yoko and Sora. Every night, Sora would come over to her house, and just cry a river. All she could do was talk to him, and try and comfort him. She felt it wasn’t time to tell Riku about Sora’s actions. The fifth night, however, Sora didn’t come over because he was sleeping over at Tidus’. Yoko sat with her knees up to her chin in a corner of her room, and held a knife to her wrist.
Yoko POV
I feel like a real bitch right now. It’s my fault Sora is so upset….if I haven’t moved to this island, than those two could be together…and I wouldn’t be in this picture. I don’t deserve this. I feel like I have cause Sora millenniums of pain… But now, I can just end it all, and be in the safe embrace of my one and only. She says so…the girl in my dreams…right? Right. Plus, Miroku and I will be together. This is it. I feel the blade go deeper than I have ever done. A hiss escapes my lips, but it feels so good at the same time. I watch the blood fall onto the black and white carpet below me, slowly making a puddle. I slit my other wrist, too. Why not? I let my head roll back and close my eyes. I start to feel dizzy. Probably from blood loss, but it will be over soon. I open my eyes again, and everything is slowly turning black. I try and stand up, but I collapse on the floor. Everything is blurry, and I feel like I’m falling…falling…falling…
End of POV
Riku came over less than 30 minutes later. He pushed the button on her door, and almost screamed out for what he saw. Blink-182’s Down was playing, and the note card said, “Possibly committing suicide. I’d like to see you try and stop me, if you’re not too late.”
Ooh…what will happen to Yoko? Is it really too late? MWAHAHA! Sorry the chapter is so short…I’m just busy with the super bowl and crap. Go patriots!