The Light At The End Of The Tunnel
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Kingdom Hearts › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,486
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Kingdom Heart or Final Fantasy VII, nor do I own any of the affiliated products, merchadice or fu little tjhingies with their names on it. All that belongs to companies with a helluva lot more moey than me. No money is made.
The Light At The End Of The Tunnel
The Light At The End Of The Tunnel
Chapter One: Isolation-1990
Character Ages:
Riku: 9 years old
Sephiroth: 29 years old
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII. I don't even own the game or a game station to play it on. The only thing I own is this plot, such as it is, and the laptop that I am typing this on. I do not make any money in the writing of this fanfic, though I wish I did because I need the money. But I don't. So sad for me. So, if you sue me for writing this story, then I will merely laugh at you for suing someone with no money.
Warning: This story has mature themes and is not for underaged persons or persons who have problems with rape, molestation, murder or any other things that could send a person to prison. This story talkes about such things as well as foster care and the American justice system. There are bad things that happen to a small child, so if you do not like that or can not tolerate reading it, then this story is probably not for you. I do not get off on reading or writing these kinds of things. I only write them in this story to make the future plot develop properly. These mature themes will only be refered to in the first few chapters, and if at all in the last portion, only briefly as a past experience. I presume that by the fifth chapter that no more mention of horrific adult themes will be present.
A/N: I am sorry that I am so long winded up there in my warning, but I want to avoid flames and people calling me bad names for what happens to the characters in this story. So far I have three chapters written on this story, and I am hoping to start the next on soon. I think that I am only going to post one chapter at a time and wait a little while before posting the next one. Look for "Chapter Two: Reminiscing-1987" by January 2008.
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"Isolation.
That feeling you get when everyone around you
Has somone but you are by yourself.
Isolation isn't your choice."
After writing that poem, Riku shut his notebook and turned off the small book light that he was using to write. The closet quickly reclaimed its darkness, and instantly Riku felt better. He loved the darkness, it was like a lover to him--sweet and seductive and always there to comfort him.
As Riku was lulled into a trance induced by the darkness, Sephiroth was slowly walking up the dark staircase. Riku had been up in his room for a few hours now, and Sephiroth hadn't heard a word or noise from the room the entire time. Riku had only come to live with him a week prior to this, so Sephiroth still got worried about him easily. Because he had not heard any noise from Riku, he was going to make sure that the young boy was okay. As Sephiroth climbed, he thought of reasons why Riku could be so quiet. The first explanation was that Riku had fallen asleep. The next, that Riku was reading. The third, and most plausible, reason was that something had frightened Riku and he was hiding.
At the door Sephiroth paused to listen for sounds. Still, he heard nothing from his son's room. Slowly, he eased the door open and went in. Looking around, he didn't see anything--no movement, no Riku, no mess...no anything. A cold breeze blew swiftly through the slightly opened window and Sephiroth shivered. Sighing, he turned to the left and walked softly to the closet. He didn't want to scare Riku.
Riku listened as Sephiroth climbed up the stairs and made his way into the room. He knew as soon as Sephiroth entered the room because he could smell the man's scent. Riku knew that Sephiroth always smelled the same. His new father ususally smelled like sandalwood and orange spice tea. The smell was comforting to Riku, and as Sephiroth drew closser, Riku started to breathe more deeply and evenly.
When Sephiroth opened the closet door, he found Riku half asleep in the darkest corner of the large rectangular space. He really was a lucky boy to have a walk-in closet, but he was the type of boy who didn't care about that kind of stuff, in fact, he didn't care about much of anything. Riku had been bounced around from one foster homet o the next, and in doing that, he had lost his compassion. He had lost his vitality. Sephiroth just hoped that he could bring that passion back to his little boy.
Bending down, the silver haired man scooped up his son and took him to his bed. Before being put down in bed, Riku fluttered his eyes open and turned his face to look at his father, "Sephy...please don't go away." Riki's aqua eyes bored into Sephiroth's soul and unconditional love flowed from the older man to his son.
"Of course, Riku. I'm not going anywhere if I have anything to say about it. You're my son now, Riku, and believe it or not I love you. It is my job to take care of you, and not only do I have to do it, I want to do it. You mean the world to me, and I couldn't handle life without you. Now, enough talk. You really need sleep." Riku's eyes were drooping and he was cuddling deep into his father's chest.
Sephiroth gently placed Riku down onto the bed and pulled the covers up to the boy's shoulders. Riku smiled and closed his eyes once again. Curling up into a ball, he gave a spft sigh before finally relenting to sleep. Sephiroth smiled at his fragile son and brushed the pale hair from his face. With a small tug on the hem of the blanket to make sure it was in place, Sephiroth left the room.
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A/N: So, what did you think? Is it too crappy? Not crappy enough? Just enough crappy to make it worth reading? Please let me in on what you think about this atrocity and then look for the next chapter soon. Thanks for reading!
~Yuki of the Kamikaze~
Chapter One: Isolation-1990
Character Ages:
Riku: 9 years old
Sephiroth: 29 years old
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII. I don't even own the game or a game station to play it on. The only thing I own is this plot, such as it is, and the laptop that I am typing this on. I do not make any money in the writing of this fanfic, though I wish I did because I need the money. But I don't. So sad for me. So, if you sue me for writing this story, then I will merely laugh at you for suing someone with no money.
Warning: This story has mature themes and is not for underaged persons or persons who have problems with rape, molestation, murder or any other things that could send a person to prison. This story talkes about such things as well as foster care and the American justice system. There are bad things that happen to a small child, so if you do not like that or can not tolerate reading it, then this story is probably not for you. I do not get off on reading or writing these kinds of things. I only write them in this story to make the future plot develop properly. These mature themes will only be refered to in the first few chapters, and if at all in the last portion, only briefly as a past experience. I presume that by the fifth chapter that no more mention of horrific adult themes will be present.
A/N: I am sorry that I am so long winded up there in my warning, but I want to avoid flames and people calling me bad names for what happens to the characters in this story. So far I have three chapters written on this story, and I am hoping to start the next on soon. I think that I am only going to post one chapter at a time and wait a little while before posting the next one. Look for "Chapter Two: Reminiscing-1987" by January 2008.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Isolation.
That feeling you get when everyone around you
Has somone but you are by yourself.
Isolation isn't your choice."
After writing that poem, Riku shut his notebook and turned off the small book light that he was using to write. The closet quickly reclaimed its darkness, and instantly Riku felt better. He loved the darkness, it was like a lover to him--sweet and seductive and always there to comfort him.
As Riku was lulled into a trance induced by the darkness, Sephiroth was slowly walking up the dark staircase. Riku had been up in his room for a few hours now, and Sephiroth hadn't heard a word or noise from the room the entire time. Riku had only come to live with him a week prior to this, so Sephiroth still got worried about him easily. Because he had not heard any noise from Riku, he was going to make sure that the young boy was okay. As Sephiroth climbed, he thought of reasons why Riku could be so quiet. The first explanation was that Riku had fallen asleep. The next, that Riku was reading. The third, and most plausible, reason was that something had frightened Riku and he was hiding.
At the door Sephiroth paused to listen for sounds. Still, he heard nothing from his son's room. Slowly, he eased the door open and went in. Looking around, he didn't see anything--no movement, no Riku, no mess...no anything. A cold breeze blew swiftly through the slightly opened window and Sephiroth shivered. Sighing, he turned to the left and walked softly to the closet. He didn't want to scare Riku.
Riku listened as Sephiroth climbed up the stairs and made his way into the room. He knew as soon as Sephiroth entered the room because he could smell the man's scent. Riku knew that Sephiroth always smelled the same. His new father ususally smelled like sandalwood and orange spice tea. The smell was comforting to Riku, and as Sephiroth drew closser, Riku started to breathe more deeply and evenly.
When Sephiroth opened the closet door, he found Riku half asleep in the darkest corner of the large rectangular space. He really was a lucky boy to have a walk-in closet, but he was the type of boy who didn't care about that kind of stuff, in fact, he didn't care about much of anything. Riku had been bounced around from one foster homet o the next, and in doing that, he had lost his compassion. He had lost his vitality. Sephiroth just hoped that he could bring that passion back to his little boy.
Bending down, the silver haired man scooped up his son and took him to his bed. Before being put down in bed, Riku fluttered his eyes open and turned his face to look at his father, "Sephy...please don't go away." Riki's aqua eyes bored into Sephiroth's soul and unconditional love flowed from the older man to his son.
"Of course, Riku. I'm not going anywhere if I have anything to say about it. You're my son now, Riku, and believe it or not I love you. It is my job to take care of you, and not only do I have to do it, I want to do it. You mean the world to me, and I couldn't handle life without you. Now, enough talk. You really need sleep." Riku's eyes were drooping and he was cuddling deep into his father's chest.
Sephiroth gently placed Riku down onto the bed and pulled the covers up to the boy's shoulders. Riku smiled and closed his eyes once again. Curling up into a ball, he gave a spft sigh before finally relenting to sleep. Sephiroth smiled at his fragile son and brushed the pale hair from his face. With a small tug on the hem of the blanket to make sure it was in place, Sephiroth left the room.
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A/N: So, what did you think? Is it too crappy? Not crappy enough? Just enough crappy to make it worth reading? Please let me in on what you think about this atrocity and then look for the next chapter soon. Thanks for reading!
~Yuki of the Kamikaze~