Fan Fiction ❯ Own Me ❯ Bought ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

PeachBerry: Alright, sorry for not updating. I forgot I had this fic up on MM.org. I post a lot faster on ff.net. Sorry, but he's the update. Ch.3 and 4 should be up right after this one as well. Super update! YAY!

Wingy: Ya, and if any of you peeps wanna know exactly when PB is gonna update, then check out her livejournal which is on PB's Author Homepage. And now for the thingy!

Disclaimer: PB does not own Kingdom Hearts. But she does own Takumi! Who will be appearing in this chapter!

PeachBerry: Poor Poor Takumipoor poor SoraI make everyone suffer don't' I? BWAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!

Wingy: Oo;; Errron with the fic!

Own Me

By: PeachBerry

Chapter Two- Bought

Sora slightly stirred on the cold floor of his small dark cell. He opened his eyes. His vision was blurred at first, but then small rays of light began to unfold themselves in front of him. In the center of the light a small person, no, a doll layed discarded. Sora reached out to touch it, but every nerve and sense in his body hit the warning signs. Pain shocked through his arm and he slowly retracted the limb. Every movement sent a rush of hurt through his body. Sora's vision cleared a bit and he layed deathly still on the hard floor. Even though the pain devoured every inch of his body, the pain was not what he was thinking about.

"Kairi..." Hot tears rolled down Sora's face dripping onto the cell's floor, mixing with a sticky red substance.

"You realize your bleeding Sora."

The boy didn't turn to acknowlegde the voice because he already knew who it was. A tall figured leaned against a wall behind Sora, twindling his thumbs. A small grin planted on his face.

"Got beaten pretty bad huh? You really shouldn't sneak off like that. That's how slaves die. They try to escape their destiny." said the figure in a matter-of-fact tone.He stood up straight, and began walking around to face Sora.

"And what exactly is our destiny?" asked Sora weakly.

"To work our asses off for some big shot noble, then die horrible deaths. Either starvation, being beaten to oblivion, or eventually old age. You obviously want to be beaten to oblivion, Sora." the figure kneeled down next to the injured boy and flipped him gently onto his back. Sora gritted his teeth, but seemed to ignore the pressing pain.

"Is that so." It wasn't a question, but merely a statement. 'Perhaps he's right,' thought Sora, ' Our destiny is to die...' The figure slowly lifted Sora's shirt up to examine his wounds. Dried blood made the shirt stick to the many cuts and Sora winced at the movment. He relaxed though when the figure's hands began rubbing a thick soothing liquid ontop of the cuts and bruises.

"Takumi..."

"Don't talk Sora, just rest while I fix you up. I don't know why I bother though. You'll just get yourself beaten up again." (A/N- I bet you all thought Takumi was someone else, eh? Hehehe....)

"Takumi, how do you want to die?" the taller boy sat Sora up and wrapped a couple of bandages around the boy's skinny torso, ignoring what he said. "What kind of destiny do you want?"

"I thought I told you to shut it. Your mouth gets you in so much trouble it'd be easier just to sew it closed." Sora remained silent while Takumi went back to nursing the cuts on the injured boy's arms. Sora's thoughts wandered back to before. 'Kairi...' Would he ever see her again? If he did, would she be alive or dead? Even if Sora did happen to find Kairi, she wouldn't be the same. Many slaves change after being sold, Sora has seen it with his own eyes. Actually, it's the eyes that tell you when a slave has changed. It's never for the best. Sora remembered when a noble came back to return a slave he had bought. The slave's eyes were...empty. The lost look in his eyes pained Sora unbearly. The boy's name was Tidus, Kairi's old cell mate. According to her, it was as if he completely forgot who he was. Either that, or he didn't seem to care. His spirit was diminished.

Sora began hateing the nobles ever since Tidus returned. They treated slaves like dirt too low even for their dogs to walk on. Yet they are the highest buyer of slaves than anyone else. They purposely buy slaves just to show they have money to waste on low lifes. It's the most disgusting, vile, degrating thing Sora could imagine. But there's nothing he can do about it. And that's what really makes him angry.

"I want to die an old man." said the elder boy. Sora glanced at Takumi, but he kept his head down, red hair sheilding his face. "But not with regrets. I don't want to live regreting who I am and what I do. That's why I accept my destiny, and kept my head down. I don't challenge anyone I know I can't beat. Cause if I do, I'm dead." A single tear slid down his face, but he roughly wipped it away. "I want to live."

"You call this living Takumi?!" Sora was angry now, rage seeping through every pore. How could Takumi think that way? "Accept your destiny? People can change their destiny Takumi!"

"That's my sister talking. Kairi's getting in your head. Well you know what Sora? Kairi couldn't change her fate, her destiny. She got sold. And you, nor I will ever see her again!" Takumi lifted his head, eyes showing danger. Sora slowly got up, ignoring the pain, and stood firmly in front of Takumi.

"Kairi said-"

"I don't give a fuck what she said! She's gone and she's not coming back! Don't you see Sora? We're NEVER going to see her! She'll just be a memory, a shadow, slowly fading away till there's nothing left! Why can't you see that Sora?"

"HOW can you see that? She's your sister and yet you give up so easily! Don't you want to see her again?!" *slap* Sora collasped to the ground, hand held to where Takumi brutally hit him.

"Of course I want to see her," Tears were streaming down Takumi's face, his cheeks slightly flushed. "How dare you ask such a thing. I cared for her more than you ever did. I love my sister. Of course I want to see her again..." Takumi backed into a wall, and slid down till he hit the floor. "How dare you...ask...that..." Sora looked up to see Takumi's face red from crying. Head leaning against the wall, eyes looking anywhere but at the younger boy. In his hands was the doll Sora saw on the floor earlier. It was an old toy of Kairi's, or used to be. Now it was the only thing left behind for them to remember her. Sora felt his cheek. It hurt, but at least it was causing his other injuries to ease a bit. He stood and limped over to sit next to Takumi, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Takumi. I didn't mean it that way." Takumi did his best to hold in a sob, but it only seemed to make him cry harder. Finally, the older boy gave in to his urges, and collasped into Sora's chest, sobbing uncontrolably. They sat like that for what seemed like hours, holding each other, crying together. Sora whispered comforts into the older boy's ear, trying desperately to soothe his emotional wounds. Takumi's tears soaked Sora's bloody shirt, causing his cuts to sting, but Sora didn't care. Takumi may not consider Sora a friend, but Sora thought of him as one of his friends. If not, the only one left. Sora looked up to Takumi. He was Sora's cellmate, and it was him who taught Sora the ropes when he first came here. He also introduced Kairi to him. Sora thought of Takumi as his and Kairi's protectors. But when Sora saw their 'protector' just stand and watch them take Kairi away, he wasn't so sure anymore. And now, with Takumi sobbing in Sora's arms, he knew that there were no saviors here. Takumi acted tough, but like all masks, it was just fake. Takumi, Sora realized, was weaker than himself. When Takumi calmed down, Sora release his hold on the older boy's shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Takumi, I feel your loss. Kairi, was the only person who seemed to make me, and many others happy in a place that gave nothing. Your sister is amazing. And even if she's only a memory, lets make it last. We won't let it fade. We'll kept it alive, as will others who have been touched by her gentleness." Takumi gazed at Sora with a respect that surprised Sora. He lowered his head, and Sora saw just the faintest smile.

"Do you know the last words Kairi said to me, Sora?" The younger boy shook his head. "She said, ' Until we meet again, goodbye.' Until we meet again...she said it like we really were going to see each other again. And at that moment, I believed her. But with everything that's happened, it's just so hard to believe. It's so hard, Sora." Takumi held his head in his hands, hicupping slightly. Sora smiled, and patted his elder's head.

"Do you know what Kairi said to me, before I watched her walk off towards the ocean?" Takumi didn't answer, but Sora knew he was listening. "She said, 'Until we meet again, good bye.' The very same thing she told you. And you know what Takumi? I do believe her. I have no doubts. You said you wanted no regrets. Don't regret not believing in Kairi. We'll all see each other one day. I promise you that."

~*~*~*~

"Slaves number 1496 and number 1495, get up against the wall, and put your hands in the yellow circles." Sora gave a sigh then obeyed the man's comands, placing his hands on the faded yellow circles painted on the wall. It's the same every day. Wake up, wait, get examined by possible buyers, wait some more, eat a small lunch, wait even more, more buyers, then light's out. Maybe a nap during the waiting period, but that's basically a day in the life of a cell slave. Right now, it was time for a buyer to inspect the merchandise.

"You, slave number 1495, turn around. Mr. Cid here wants to look you over." Takumi turned around, face rigid and plain. Slaves are told not to smile while being examined. Not that any one would want to smile.

"Well, what do you think Mr. Cid? This one's quite sturdy. One of those strong silent types, ya know? What do you say?" the holder kept nodding his head and smiling.

"Hmmmm....show me the other one." said the buyer.

"Yes of course! You! Slave number 1496! Turn around!" Sora did as he was told, but froze when his eyes fell upon the possible buyer. Blonde hair tied back with a blue bandana. It was the same man who bought Kairi! Sora's breathing became faster, and his head felt a little dizzy. 'If this man buys both me and Takumi, then we can see Kairi again!' Sora had to restrain a smile.

"Sir, are you intrested in both? Because they both work quite well together. They've been cellmates for some time. This one's a hard worker. And the other one, he's quite intelligent for a slave. So what do you say?" the holder kept nodding and smiling while Sora wanted to roll his eyes.

"No, I'm only interested in buying one at the next auction. But, the week after, I might want to buy the other."

"That's great! Wonderful! Like I said, they are hard workers, and for you, I'll start the bid low. So, which one do you want to sign for this upcoming auction?" the holder pulled out a clipboard and fumbled around with a pencil. Sora took a quick glance at Takumi. He needed to see Kairi more than Sora. 'There's no gurantee that one of us will still be here after another week. Takumi needs to be picked for this week.' With that last thought, Sora's knees buckled and he collasped to the floor. Takumi looked alarmed, but didn't help him up.

"What's this?! Get up boy!" the holder's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He quickly looked at the buyer, then back at Sora who was still one the floor. "I said get up you lazy boy!"

"Ahem...." Mr. Cid cleared his throat as the holder continued yelling at Sora. "I think I'll sign the red haired boy. This other one seems...sick."

"Oh no! He's not sick, he's just a bit tired that's all. He'll be good as new for next weeks auction though, I promise you." the holder glared at Sora who was slowly stumbling to his feet. "So, that's slave number 1495, signing up for the third auction of that day. If there are any more possible buyers, then I'll contact you Mr. Cid." the blonde man nodded, then walked out of the cell and down the hallway. The holder turned to meet Sora's face. The boy was on his feet and seemed to have contained himself.

"That was quite embarrassing boy. Next time you feel like fainting, make sure it's not during an inspection!" the holder then stomped out of the cell, clipboard in hand. Takumi turned to Sora.

"Why'd you do that? Are you still hurt from before?"

"Nah, I did it so he'd sign you instead of me." Sora laughed at the puzzled look on Takumi's face. "That man, I recognize him from last weeks auction. He's the one that bought Kairi. Do you know what that means if he buys us? We'll be able to see her again." Sora smiled and Takumi just stared, the astonished look on his face seemed endless.

"You mean...we can see her again?" Sora nodded his head. "We can really see her? You're not just telling me this to make me feel better, cause that's just cruel Sora.'

"I'm serious Takumi! That was the man that bought Kairi! If he buys us, then we see Kairi again." That's when Takumi started yelping and shouting.

"YOU REALLY MEAN IT! WE GET TO SEE MY SISTER! YES! IT'S A MIRACLE! THANK THE GODS!" Takumi gave one last howl of joy before he seemed to realize what Sora did for him. "Sora, you gave up seeing Kairi, for me."

"I'll still get to see her, just not as soon. Besides, I think you need her more than I do." Sora walked over to his corner of the cell and sat on his mat looking happier than ever. 'Funny how just the thought of seeing Kairi, makes me truely happy.' thought Sora.

"But, you might be bought by someone else before then. Sora, you'll be alone for a whole week. That might not seem like a long time, but in a place like this, the hours seem to turn into days themselves. Sora I-"

"It's ok. I can handle the wait. And like I said, you need her more than I do."

"What are you saying? I'm a whimp without my kid sister?" Takumi smiled and sat next to Sora.

"Uhhh...that's a yes. Remember just a couple days ago? You were balling your eyes out cause you thought you'd never see her." Takumi glared at Sora, but couldn't hold it and broke into a grin. For the rest of the day, they talked about what the future held for them. What they're new home was going to be like. If their owner was a wicked, evil man or possiably someone who just needs help around the home. They wondered if they were going to met other slaves, maybe make new friends. By light's out, they were both exhausted from talking all day and instantly fell asleep. Tomorrow was the auction, and no one else had come by to consider buying Takumi. Hope filled their dreams that night.

~*~*~*~

The next morning, Takumi was taken from the cell to be preped for the auction. Even though slaves were considered low, holders still wanted to make sure they looked decent enough for people to buy. Sora and Takumi said their goodbyes and now Sora sat alone in his cell. He stared blankly at the wall opposite of him, examining it with a blan expression. Sora was itching to know how the auction was doing, but since he snuck out last time, they reinforced his lock, making it harder for Sora to pick. He already attempted, and all he managed to do was make his arms really tired.

"What's happening? I wonder if Takumi was already bought. I've never been so anxious for one of my friends to be bought before." Sora silently sat on his mat, listening to the chattering crowds outside his bared window. 'I hope Takumi is ok.'

"Slave number 1496, get up and place your hands on the yellow circles."

What? Inspections on an auction day? Even though Sora was puzzled by this, he did as he was told, keeping his face towards the wall, hands in the painted circles.

"Well my lord. Is he to your liking?" the holder bowed slightly to a hooded man. The figure was tall and wore a long black cloak. Behind him stood a boy maybe a year older than Sora, sliver hair and yellow eyes.

"Hmmm...holder, I wish to further examine the slave. Alone." the hooded man turned to the holder whose face paled under the gaze.

"Of...course, my lord." He bowed low, then rushed out of the cell, locking the door behind him.

'Wait, examinations are to be in the presence of the holder. This is against the rules.' Sora began shakeing a bit. This buyer wasn't just anybody. It was a noble. And an important one by how the holder was acting. Sora began trembling as he heard the noble's footsteps come closer and closer.

"Boy, you may turn around." Sora did as he was told, and gasped when he saw peircing eyes, half-hidden within the man's hood. "Name." It took Sora a moment to realize he was being asked a question.

"S-Sora." Sora cursed himself for not being able to control his voice. But the vibe that was radiating off of this man, made Sora tremble.

"Sora? Kind of girly. But I can always rename you if I wish." Sora lowered his head. Was this man planning on buying Sora? If that happens, then Sora wouldn't be able to see Kairi or Takumi. Sora must find a way to convince this man not to buy him.

"Master, I apologize to interupt you, but remember, you are on a tight schedule." said the young boy standing behind his master. Sora looked at the boy, but his head was lowered out of respect for the noble. Was this boy a slave as well? He sure didn't look the part. The boy wore a dark blue cloak similar to the one the noble was wearing. It contasted well with the boy's sliver locks which had a slight blue tint to them. Perhaps he was a servant. Servants, unlike slaves, are paid and can earn high respect from their masters. They usually work as personal assistants, some even highly educated.

"Yes, I realize that Riku." (A/N- *screams Riku's name in a high pitched voice*) The noble motioned Sora to step forward. He hesitated, but then walked up to the noble till he was about a foot away from the man. Sora's hands were shaking as the noble walked around him, looking Sora up and down. "I think I need a even closer inspection. Take off your clothes."

"What?! I'm not taking of my clothes you pervert!" Before Sora realized what was happening, someone backhanded him and he stumbled to the ground. Sora looked up to see the sliver haired boy standing over him.

"I'd take off your clothes, unless you want Riku to do it for you." said the noble noncholantly. Sora's cheeks flushed red, but he stood up, and took off his shirt. Sora didn't continue to remove his pants, but the noble didn't seem to notice as he ran his hands across Sora's shoulders. Cold hands caused the boy to shiver and when long nails ran up his spine, Sora turned sharply and stepped away from the man. 'What the hell is he doing?!'

"No need to be jumpy. I'm not going to bite. Perhaps things would be more comfortable if I introduce myself." the man flung his hood off, revealing long sliver hair reaching the man's waist and cold peircing eyes. Sora held his breathe. For some reason, Sora felt....relaxed looking into those eyes. Was this some kind of trick? In case it was, Sora lowered his head and stared at his feet. "Now boy, it's not nice to look away when one's introducing themselves." Ansem used his hand to pick Sora's head up, cupping his chin. "My name is Lord Ansem. But you'll be calling me master once your mine." Sora shook his head from the man's grasp and looked at the boy who accompanied Ansem. The noble seemed to notice this. "Ahhh, I almost forgot to introduce my favorite," he raised a hand to where the boy stood, "Riku." The boy didn't speak, but lowered his head in a slight bow.

"Now boy, stand still while I further inspect you." Sora did as he was told, but felt like crying with every touch, every feel of that man's hands. They sent tingles throughout Sora's body, making his knees wobble. Ansem was stroking Sora almost....seductively. The sensations running through Sora's body confused him. This man, Lord Ansem, made Sora feel...well, he made him feel something. But this feeling confused Sora. 'How can this man make me feel like this? It's as if his very touch is soothing away all my worries. But it's so unnatural. Like he's not washing them away, but only hidding them. Hidding them so I can't find, but he can. He can find them, and use them against me. I have to fight this.' Sora suddenly felt a rush to his head and he fell to his knees, breathing hard, eyes wide from the sudden shock.

"Oh dear, are you ok?" Ansem's voice suddenly picked up a tone. He sounded sincere, but Sora wasn't sure if it was a mask, or if he really did care. "You do have many unhealed wounds. You poor little boy." Ansem shook his head, and kneeled down next to Sora. He then carrassed Sora's face with his cold hands, causing Sora to shiver again. "I'm looking forward to seeing the rest of you, but I suppose that can wait until we reach my home." Ansem left the cell, leaving Sora panting on the floor. 'Until we reach my home.' The words repeated in Sora's mind. 'He's going to buy me. I'm not going to see Kairi or Takumi.' Sora stood up, then jumped when he say Riku was still in the room. The boy gazed into Sora's eyes as if he was trying to read Sora's mind. But what Sora saw in those blue eyes, was change. The change he saw in Tidus's eyes. An emptiness, such a sorrow that it pained Sora just to look at him. When Sora turned away from Riku, the older boy took his leave.

As Sora replaced his shirt back on his body, he overheard Lord Ansem speaking with the holder outside of his door. He was telling him to sign Sora up for today's auction. 'This can't be happening. That boy....the noble did that to his eyes. Caused them to fade. He'll do it to me too. I can't be bought by that man!' Sora couldn't help wanting to cry, but before he could let out a sniffle, two guards came in and dragged Sora to the wash room, where Sora would be preped for the upcoming auction.

~*~*~*~

After being washed and scrubbed clean, Sora found himself standing in a line of slaves waiting to go up for auction. There were four others in front of him, and Sora dreaded the wait. 'That's not the only thing I'm dreading right now.' thought Sora.

"Guards! No no, this one goes to the front of the line. He's a special request by a wealthy noble." said the holder. 'Great, just what I wanted' thought Sora. He was roughly pushed to the front of the line, right next to the stage. And atop the stage, stood Takumi. Sora wanted to yell out to him, but a guard was watching Sora closely. Just incase the boy decided to make a run for it.

"Fifty-five going once, fifty-five going twice, sold to the blonde man in the back row." At the site of Takumi's face lightening up, Sora knew he must have been sold to Kairi's owner. 'At least Takumi will see her again. That's what I wanted right?' thought Sora. Takumi was being lead off the stage when he noticed Sora standing in the line.

"Sora? What are you-"

"Kept moving boy." said a guard, jabbing Takumi in the side. Takumi winced, but continued walking. Sora ignored Takumi's paniced look as he was brought up to the center of the stage. 'I'm sorry Takumi, but I won't be able to see you and Kairi as soon as I'd hoped.'

"Ahh! Here we have slave number 1496. See see? Strong, and good with his hands. One of the smarter ones of the litter. What do you say folks?" the crowd murmered loudly as the auctioneer pointed out the many aspects of the boy. "Ok then, let's start the bid at.....sixty munny." A couple people gasped at the outrageous starting price. But Sora wasn't too surprised. If a noble was going to buy him, the holders would want to get as much money out of him as they could. A hooded man standing in the middle of the crowd raised his hand.

"Good! Sixty munny for the hooded character. Do I have sixty-five? Sixty-five munny?" No one else raised their hands. The price was ridiculous. "No? Sixty going once, sixty going twice..." A hand shot out of the crowd. "Oh, I see another bidder. Sixty-five for the blonde man." Blonde man? Sora scanned the crowds and saw Mr. Cid raiseing his hand. 'Oh gods' thought Sora, 'please have him win.'

"Do I have seventy? Seventy munny? Yes, the hooded man again. Seventy-five? Seventy-five people." With every five munny increase, Sora became more and more anxious. He hoped that Ansem would get tired of bidding, but the hooded man seemed very determined to purchase Sora. But Mr. Cid seemed to get less and less interested in buying Sora. 'Please, if there are really any gods up there, don't let me be bought by that noble. Let me see my friends again.' Sora kept repeating this to himself as the auction wore on. Bystanders began to grow tired and started walking around to find other things to do.

"One hundred and twenty munny to the blonde man. Do I hear one twenty-five?"

"Three hundred munny." said the hooded man. Sora's heart skipped a beat. 'Three hundred?!'

"Three hundred? Yes, three hundred munny for the hooded man. Do I hear three o' five?" The blonde man looked astonished at the high bid. His eyes meet Sora's. Sora knew that he couldn't afford that much. He doubted the man could even afford the bid he had before. The look of regret could be read on the man's face, and Sora lowered his eyes to Ansem. Even through the hood, he could tell the man was smirking.

"No? No more bidders? Then three hundred going once, three hundred going twice..."

"No...please oh god no..." said Sora softly that only he could hear.

"Sold! For three hundred munny to the hooded man." Sora was lead forcefully down the steps of the stage and towards the back room. The room were the official exchange would take place.

"Sora!" the boy looked up to see Takumi being held back by two guards. "Sora!" The elder struggled against the two men, but was clearly outmatched.

"Takumi! I'm so sorry, I didn't want-" Sora was cut off by a door closing in his face.

"Shut up and sit down boy!" yelled a nasty looking guard. He pushed Sora to the ground, then began to kick him hard in the gut. "You slimy, little-" Suddenly the blows stopped and Sora opened his eyes weakly to find the guard slouching against a wall, and Riku holding his hand out to Sora.

"You shouldn't direspect what is mine." said a voice. Sora ignored the hand to look at who just walked in. Ansem had his hood down and he was smiling directly at Sora. The boy couldn't help but loathe the very sight of that smile. It meant he had won, he now owns Sora. Riku placed his hand directly in Sora's face, offering him help, but Sora didn't want to touch him. He just wanted to run out of that retched room and away from everyone. Tears welled up in his eyes, but Sora refused to have them fall in that man's presence. It was a sign of Sora's weakness, and showing that would probably influence Ansem even more.

"Ah, Lord Ansem. I'm glad you won. I wasn't aware that this slave was wanted by another buyer." said the holder to Ansem. Riku finally retracted his hand and went to stand next to his master. Sora sat silently on the floor, seeming almost lost in another world. It all happened in one big blur. Ansem signed a couple documents, then he handed over a rather heavy looking bag obviously filled with munny.

"You don't need to count it. It's all there. You have my word as a noble." the holder looked at Ansem suspiciously, but knew it was disrespectful to doubt him. Especially since Ansem gave him his word, the word of a noble. The holder nodded, then handed the noble a piece of paper. Sora's ownership certificate. It clarified that Lord Ansem now officially owns Sora. Sora was still on the ground by the time he realized Ansem was speaking to him.

"Stand up. We're leaving." Sora stood up slowly. 'What was the point? I'm his. I might as well try to get on his good side.' "Good, now follow me. We're going to have to sail back to my home land. Beautiful place really, I know you'll love it. Riku seems to enjoy it." The sliver haried boy didn't reply, but merely lowered his head in that half-bow of his. Guards placed ropes around Sora's hands and a makeshift leash around his neck. Ansem held the other end of the leash and lightly tugged on it. They walked down the very path that Kairi was lead on. Towards the ocean. Ansem rode a huge, black horse with Riku walking along side him. Sora hung back behind them as far as his leash allowed. Sora despertly wanted to just pull the rope out of Ansem's hands and run as far as he could away from the man. The temptation was unbearable, but Sora resisted. 'If I am to run away, this man will surely send a pack of hounds in search of me. He didn't spend three hundred munny on me just to have me run away the next hour. Why does this man want me so badly? Before, this man almost seemed to care. His touch, his gentle strokes, it's as if he wanted me to collaspe in his arms. He touched me like I was the most fragile thing he's ever seen. Does this man care for me?' Sora looked up at the man riding atop the black steed. The aura Sora felt sent shivers up Sora's spine.

'No, this man has another reason for buying me. And I fear for what it may be.'

"Your name's Sora? Right?" Sora jumped at the voice, but it was only Riku. He was walking along side Sora, but wasn't looking at him. The boy looked straight ahead of him, blue eyes almost glazed.

"Yeah." replied Sora.

"Don't be fooled, Sora."

"Huh?" But Riku didn't answer back. He picked up his pace, and continued walking along side Ansem. 'What was that about? Was he warning me? I better kept my guard up.' The three continued walking down the path, towards the ocean.

TBC

Wingy: Poor poor Sora....*sniffle* Why did you do that to him PB?!

PeachBerry: Cause I love torturing my characters. BWAHAHAHAA!!!

Wingy: O.O PB didn't have to sell him to evil Ansem though!

PeachBerry: Oh yes I did, if not, then he and Riku would never have met. And the reason for this story would have dissapeared.

Wingy: Riku seems kinda quiet.

PeachBerry: I know, I feel like he's been neglected. But more of Riku in the next chapter! I think...I might change my mind. Hehe!

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Wingy: Does anyone want to guess what Ansem's true intentions are? *snicker*

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