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Kingdom Hearts, "All Wrong" (Riku/Roxas)
OHMIGOD WHAT! KAY ACTUALLY POSTED FIC ON HER FIC JOURNAL! Yes I'm still here.
Warnings: Some nonconsensual R-rated misleadingness ahead, so beware. I am so mean to Riku it's not even funny. Of course, Roxas probably deserves some pity here too. Spoilers for Riku in KH2.
.all wrong.
He didn't know how it had all gone so wrong.
The body under Ansem's twisted and kicked out, and eyes so blue as to make him feel like he was drowning were rendered utterly unfamiliar when narrowed in fury and fear. It was almost a relief, but he didn't let relief soften him. He held the boy down mercilessly, using his greater height and weight to its utmost advantage. The boy was strong, all lithe muscle along his slender frame visible now without his coat -- but no match for Ansem. In the end, he was bound to be defeated by his vulnerable position and raw youth.
He was going to be sick.
Ansem gasped as a knee nearly slammed into his side and he had to spare a hand to wrestle the boy's leg down; he held thin wrists in one hand, more than hard enough to bruise, hard enough to wring tears from a lesser person. But the boy never stopped bucking and trying to shake him off, never stopped cursing him, hissing, "Get off of me, you sick bastard--"
In this position, pinned to his back and and arms held rigidly high, summoning keyblades would not help him.
Sora would never forgive him if he knew. Never.
And in every choked, pained sound as the boy aggravated his own injuries -- in every frustrated whimper as another attempt to get loose was thwarted -- he could hear Sora.
Strangled, Ansem barked, "DiZ! Hurry!"
He was shuddering when the door to the chamber finally opened with a sickening screech; the boy's struggles increased, lifting his spine off the ground, and for his efforts Ansem shoved him back hard enough for his head to make a sickening crack. For a moment the boy slumped, dazed and moaning.
In that same heartbeat Ansem was up, backing away. DiZ crouched down next to the boy and stuck a needle into the bare skin of his arm. The boy noticed and tried to tear his arm away, but too late -- the powerful drug swept into his system, numbing his senses. Another heartbeat, three, four, and then the boy slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Even at rest, the accusing lines did not ease from his face.
"Troublesome creature," said DiZ, cold. "It seems we shouldn't have allowed him to be loose. The simulation is nearly fully-prepared, but perhaps I shall have to cut a few corners."
It must have been easy to be analytical, to sneer at the 'creature' on the floor as if it weren't a person, when DiZ wasn't the one who had to restrain it-- Felt the boy writhe and tremble and cry out in some horrible parody of intimacy under him, an unintended echo of the lust he had painted in his mind though he tried to fight it because it was wrong, wrong-- Known unshakably that the 'creature' was as human as he was.
Perhaps moreso.
He was the monster. It was him, had always been him.
Riku, not Ansem, went to sit on the floor in the room where Sora slept, and tried to remember the face of his best friend without looking -- the laughter, the grins, the way it brightened when he saw the older boy approach. But he only kept seeing the twisted rage in Roxas's face, until the odd warmth of the room made him forget about how stained with darkness he felt. He didn't hear her soft footsteps, but he slowly eased into sleep and dreamed memories.
Warnings: Some nonconsensual R-rated misleadingness ahead, so beware. I am so mean to Riku it's not even funny. Of course, Roxas probably deserves some pity here too. Spoilers for Riku in KH2.
.all wrong.
He didn't know how it had all gone so wrong.
The body under Ansem's twisted and kicked out, and eyes so blue as to make him feel like he was drowning were rendered utterly unfamiliar when narrowed in fury and fear. It was almost a relief, but he didn't let relief soften him. He held the boy down mercilessly, using his greater height and weight to its utmost advantage. The boy was strong, all lithe muscle along his slender frame visible now without his coat -- but no match for Ansem. In the end, he was bound to be defeated by his vulnerable position and raw youth.
He was going to be sick.
Ansem gasped as a knee nearly slammed into his side and he had to spare a hand to wrestle the boy's leg down; he held thin wrists in one hand, more than hard enough to bruise, hard enough to wring tears from a lesser person. But the boy never stopped bucking and trying to shake him off, never stopped cursing him, hissing, "Get off of me, you sick bastard--"
In this position, pinned to his back and and arms held rigidly high, summoning keyblades would not help him.
Sora would never forgive him if he knew. Never.
And in every choked, pained sound as the boy aggravated his own injuries -- in every frustrated whimper as another attempt to get loose was thwarted -- he could hear Sora.
Strangled, Ansem barked, "DiZ! Hurry!"
He was shuddering when the door to the chamber finally opened with a sickening screech; the boy's struggles increased, lifting his spine off the ground, and for his efforts Ansem shoved him back hard enough for his head to make a sickening crack. For a moment the boy slumped, dazed and moaning.
In that same heartbeat Ansem was up, backing away. DiZ crouched down next to the boy and stuck a needle into the bare skin of his arm. The boy noticed and tried to tear his arm away, but too late -- the powerful drug swept into his system, numbing his senses. Another heartbeat, three, four, and then the boy slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Even at rest, the accusing lines did not ease from his face.
"Troublesome creature," said DiZ, cold. "It seems we shouldn't have allowed him to be loose. The simulation is nearly fully-prepared, but perhaps I shall have to cut a few corners."
It must have been easy to be analytical, to sneer at the 'creature' on the floor as if it weren't a person, when DiZ wasn't the one who had to restrain it-- Felt the boy writhe and tremble and cry out in some horrible parody of intimacy under him, an unintended echo of the lust he had painted in his mind though he tried to fight it because it was wrong, wrong-- Known unshakably that the 'creature' was as human as he was.
Perhaps moreso.
He was the monster. It was him, had always been him.
Riku, not Ansem, went to sit on the floor in the room where Sora slept, and tried to remember the face of his best friend without looking -- the laughter, the grins, the way it brightened when he saw the older boy approach. But he only kept seeing the twisted rage in Roxas's face, until the odd warmth of the room made him forget about how stained with darkness he felt. He didn't hear her soft footsteps, but he slowly eased into sleep and dreamed memories.
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Mickey's keyblade is the Keyblade of Darkness, technically -- the keyblade from the Dark Realm, at any rate. I would love to know what it saw in him.
And Riku's is probably the Keyblade of Twilight, if anything. He earned it at some point during KHII, but it doesn't fully come to him until he returns to his true form, whereupon the Soul Eater, that red spiny sword he's carried around for the last three games, BECAME a keyblade.
But, well. Roxas's physical body IS in Twilight Town -- it's just been converted to data. We do see him get sucked into Twilight Town, and his physical body disappears in the process.
(And drawing fanart is good. Particularly Namine! She needs more fanart love~.)
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