Fan Fiction ❯ Own Me ❯ Past Me, part two ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: PB does not own any KH characters. She did not make up the Kuanc language. PB does own Cielo, story plot, and the lint inside he jean pockets.

 

!!Warning!!: Lemon alert. Shota (man/boy) coming. If you feel uncomfortable with that pairing, then look for the !!!WARNING!!! alert, and then the !!!DONE!!! alert to know when to skip over the lemon. Hopefully not too graphic for your guy's taste. Or or…not to lame because I've never written a lemon before. /sigh/

 

“Speaking”

Thinking

[translation]

(see bottom for more information)

 

 

Own Me

 

By: PeachBerry

 

Chapter Five, Part Two- Past Me

 

“Kuut sunhehk [good morning], my dear Riku.” (1)

 

The boy heard the voice, but refused to stare at the man lying beside him. Instead, he curled himself up tightly inside the deep red covers, trying to hide from the one thing that will always find him. Yet his attempts were futile, as Ansem tugged the covers off of Riku, revealing pale olive skin and glistening sliver locks. Such beautiful features could not be resisted by the Lord, as his hands traveled over Riku's torso and up his chest, along his neck till he cupped the boy's soft cheek. From there, he placed a small gentle kiss on the boy's forehead, like a mother would do to calm her child.

 

“You know Riku, things could be so much more pleasant, if you would just corporate.” The man sat up, wrapping his arms around the boy's body, pulling him close to his chest. Bare skin to bare skin. “If only you would talk to me. Tell me what you want. I can give you so much, my dear Riku.” Ansem leaned into the boy's ear, softly whispering his next words.

 

“My sweet, little Riku.”

 

And then it happened again. Such strong arms caressing and holding Riku close in a calm and comforting way. Riku almost felt…safe. From Riku's first impressions of Ansem, he believed this man to be wicked. But over the past few weeks, Ansem has given him nothing but gentleness and sincerity. His soft spoken words soothed Riku's tension, making him feel that he could tell this man anything and everything. Reveal his inner thoughts, his deepest desires. The boy shook his head, trying to resist such a temptation. Riku struggled against Ansem's hold, trying to wriggle free from his arms. He didn't want this. He hated feeling like this.

 

“Stop it.”

 

The Lord laughed, one that echoed quietly through the bedroom chamber. One that forever echoes through Riku's mind. It sent shivers throughout the boy's body, and Ansem felt them too, making him smile that malicious smile of his. He placed one more small kiss on Riku's cheek before getting up out of bed. Ansem glanced at his lovely new roommate. Riku's sorrow filled radiance poured out of him, and Ansem could only want to do more for him.

 

“Listen Riku,” Ansem walked over to a closet, pulling out a black robe that contrasted his silver grey hair, “I kept you alive for a reason. And that reason is because I wish to help you.” Riku lowered his eyes, not wanting to listen to this man, to his lies. His words were nothing but poisonous lies. “You can trust me.” With that, Ansem left Riku alone in the room, the missing presence disturbed him.

 

Riku hung his head. Why does this man, this man I despise for killing those I loved, why is he so kind to me? Riku's head rang with confusion. He touched his cheek, the warmth from Ansem's hand already faded away. And Riku was already missing it. Why does this man, make me feel this way?

 

This is what Riku hated most about Ansem. He makes you feel good, while making you feel inferior. He speaks gentle words, yet you know he's lying. His touch is relaxing, but it still leaves shivers down your spine. And his smile…it's the kind of smile that knows everything but doesn't tell, and that draws you too him. And then he leaves you, and you feel like you need him back. You don't want him, but then again…you do. He's almost addicting.

 

He's almost addicting…

 

Riku just sat up in bed, the silk sheets felt cold against his bare skin. The boy groaned slightly, hunger nipping at him. He hadn't eaten for a couple days, refusing anything Ansem had to offer. Riku has barely even been outside the room, not sure he wanted to hang around Ansem all day. It was enough that they were sleeping in the same bed. The thought of it made Riku shiver. Though Ansem did make advancements on him, hugging him, holding him, kissing him….it never went pass that. But, Riku wasn't sure how long that would last.

 

“He's toying with me.”

 

But then again, it's not as if Riku resisted much. Sure he struggles, but whenever Ansem stroked his cheek, whenever he kissed his neck, or embraced him, Riku's body reacted. Almost to the point where he wanted more of Ansem's hands. Playing and toying with Riku's feelings, his temptations, a man that powerful is dangerous.

 

Riku stood up out of bed, pulling the sleek sheets around his body. The room's atmosphere was cold, still, silent. It made it hard for Riku to want to stay within these closed walls. His curiosity drove him to want to explore what was behind the chamber doors, but fear kept him in.

 

Riku hated himself for being so cowardly. He hated that he couldn't control his body when Ansem swooned him. He hated the fact that he probably will never be free from that man's clutches. Hated that he would always rather be alone, than with that man.

 

I hate him.

 

“Cusauha...syga ed cdub...” [someone…make it stop] Riku seemed to hate everything these days.

 

 

“Lord Ansem. The regiment that infiltrated the Northern border has returned.” (2) A soldier garbed in black armor and a long red cape bowed low to a man sitting comfortably behind a dark wooden desk. Hundreds of books adorned the shelves along the walls, filling the room with an old dusty smell. Hanging from the high ceilings was a gold chandelier with hundreds of dangling crystals, reflecting light along the floor in patterns almost unimaginative. A young boy sat quietly in a red leather armchair, pretending that his attention was out a wide window rather than to the two men's conversation.

 

“And…?” asked Ansem with a hint of boredom.

 

“They've combed the territory, searched through every village, but were unable to locate him.”

 

“I see.” A silence followed after Ansem's remark, the armored man growing anxious as the Lord contemplated his next words. Riku cocked an eyebrow. Who is he looking for? The armored man cleared his throat after seeing Ansem wasn't going to say anything.

 

“We have reason to believe that he has made it out of the Northern territory, and is currently in hiding.”

 

“How did he make it pass the border without notice of our soldiers?” asked Ansem curiously. He turned his chair to face the soldier, eyes staring intently, waiting for an answer. The armored man hesitated.

 

“He might have had help on the inside.”

 

“A traitor? In your ranks? Leon, (3) I thought better of you. As leading general, I think there was something more you could have done to make sure traitors were not among us. Are your soldiers not loyal?” Leon's face burned red, but he kept his cool and picked up a serious tone.

 

“Yes, my soldiers are loyal. They have served me well, and when I find whoever the traitor is, he will be punished severely.” Leon bowed his head, eyes growing dark, dangerous. And then Ansem smiled.

 

“Of course. I know I can depend on you. After all, you are my favorite.” Ansem watched as Leon's face glazed over, as if remembering times from long ago. “If that is all, you are dismissed General.”

 

Leon bowed low again then turned to leave the room, but not without looking over at Riku. The boy was still pretending not to notice the two of them, but Leon couldn't help but frown at him. He stared at Riku's silver hair, noting the electric blue eyes and pale skin. He couldn't be a... Vimmpmuutat Kuanc (4) Not in the Southern territory. Riku looked away from the window, and met Leon's eyes. He glared at the man, immediately disliking him. But Leon only grinned at the thought, and then left the room leaving Ansem and Riku alone.

 

Ansem saw the little dispute between Leon and Riku, and he chuckled lightly. He walked over to where Riku was sitting and leaned on the arm of the chair. The boy instinctively bolted up, putting distance between him and Ansem. He grinned at the gesture, and took up the chair.

 

“Thanks,” he said as if the chair had been offered, “Jealous?”

 

Riku stared at Ansem, confusion clear on his face. Huh? Am I jealous he got the chair? The man let out a half-hearted laugh, and pointed at the door Leon walked out of.

 

“You know I didn't mean it when I said Leon's still my favorite. In fact, I'm actually quite disappointed in him.” Riku's confusion began to subside. He thought I was jealous because that man was his favorite??? Riku began to blush slightly, the thought was so absurd. Riku despised this man. What did he care if he likes someone more? But what was he talking about…he was disappointed? The smile on Ansem's face made it hard to believe he was mad at Leon. Again, the mystery of Ansem and his actions were driving him crazy. Ansem and that malevolent smile of his.

 

“Leon started out as a simple servant,” he paused, “one of my personal servants. But I soon realized that he could do far more than what I bargained him for. So I placed him in my army ranks. And he slowly made his way to the top. Of course, I had some influence on the pervious general. I didn't want such a lovely pet to die too soon on the battlefield. But I'm afraid I didn't watch him closely enough.” Ansem trailed off, thinking to himself.

 

“It's such a shame. He was one of my army's best soldiers. But tomorrow, I'll have to kill him.” Riku stared in shock as Ansem said his last words so plainly, so nonchalantly.

 

“Why?” asked Riku. Ansem stared intently at Riku, his smile never faltering.

 

“Well, he lied to me. That's one reason. He's betrayed his fellow men and Lord. That's two. He disobeyed orders. That's three. Three strikes are all I'm giving.” Riku listened to Ansem's words, and it began to make sense.

 

“Leon's the traitor?”

 

The man smiled. “Yes, and like any other traitor, he'll be killed. I was waiting for him to come clean to me just then, I would have made his death quick and painless. But I think I'd like to play with him now before his execution.”

 

Riku gaped at Ansem. How can someone toy with a man's life? At that moment, Riku felt ready to vomit. He felt the bile collect within his throat, trying to force itself up. But Riku swallowed it down, managing to just let out some loud coughs. Ansem sat in his leather chair, a slightly amused smile planted on his face.

 

“You ok?”

 

Riku turned away, and looked out the wide window. A vast garden lay before him. Tall weeping willows lined along a neat path, their long branches sweeping back and forth. An array of exotic flowers spurted up from the ground, creating a collage of amazing colors. Riku placed his palm on the window, the touch felt cold. Like he was a prisoner in this place. The small meadow to the left of the path reminded Riku of the vast fields he used to run through as toddler. He remembered hiding amongst the tall swaying grass, trying to sneak up behind Cielo.

 

Cielo...I've almost forgotten. Riku stopped staring at the garden, and just went into his own world. Leaving behind his thoughts of Ansem and his games. He saw Cielo with her long blonde hair and her flowing green dress that she loved to wear. And then there was another woman next to her, a bit older, her faded blonde locks tied up in a loose bun.

 

“Sudran…” [mother]

 

She turned to him, her bright smile seemed to lift a weight off of Riku. Her lips moved but he couldn't hear what she was saying. She was in front of him, and he couldn't hear her. Her eyes looked different now, they seem to fade away, almost to the point of blurriness.

 

I…I can't remember...

 

“Do you want go outside?”

 

The deep voice pulled him back to reality, and he noticed Ansem had his arms wrapped around Riku's chest. Leaning into his ear, he repeated his question.

 

“Do you want to go outside? Riku? You must be bored to death listening to me talk, you completely tuned out.” He took Riku's hand off the window, which seemed to be glued there. Like the winter's frost freezing ice. Ansem lead the unresponsive boy out of the dusty room, their footsteps echoing off the high ceilings.

 

 

Fresh air. The smell of the crisp autumn wind felt renewing. The flowers fragrance settled nicely in everything. He could see their details more clearly up close; pinkish orange flowers, violet blue flowers, yellow flowers with red lines running through their petals like blood vessels. But there was still something wrong. There was every kind of plant one could only dream, and yet something felt out of place.

 

Up along the path lined with the willow trees, Riku spotted a small bunch of blue petal flowers. He went for a closer look, revealing light green lines sprouting out of the stigma. This flower used to grow along the side of his house. Wait a second...this is a Ylyley vmufan [Acacia flower (5)]. These don't bloom till after winter. Yet it's the middle of autumn. How could that...

 

And that's when Riku noticed what was wrong. The garden looked beautiful, almost magical, but that was all it was. They were unreal, putting up a falsehood that only drew in the eyes. A dream. There, an Arum mixing with a Manchineel. The Arum is a fly-catching plant, and would normally wreck the Manchineel, yet they were growing perfectly, side-by-side, unaware they had created an impossibility.

 

“Amazing isn't it? Normally when these plants mix, they wither and die. But yet somehow they live in harmony among this garden. Like an Eden.” Ansem's words ripped through Riku's thoughts. Like...an Eden?

 

“This…is wrong.” Said Riku carefully. Ansem only smiled.

 

“Wrong? Why is it wrong? Is it wrong to want to look at a garden, and see it beautiful and perfect year round? To see a world never changing, never dying, an eternity of life. That is this garden. It will never wither, it will never die.” Riku slowly sat down next to the Acacia flower. He petted the small blue petals, feeling their smooth silkiness beneath his fingertips. He placed his nose in the center of the petals, the tiny green anthers tickling his nose. A waft of the flower's sweet smelling scent overwhelmed him, and his eyes became droopy.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, towards where the field of tall grass lay, he saw a young maiden. Blonde hair, green dress, she looked familiar and yet, so distant. Why can't I...remember? The girl turned to face him, but a shadow covered her features. Am I forgetting?

 

Riku was still staring at the field, the ghost of the girl had gone. Wide eyed, confused, he began crying. I don't understand, why can't I remember her?! He covered his face with his hands, trying to push out any memories at all. Why can't I see her face?!

 

Ansem looked down at Riku, his face almost blank. Surrounded by a garden that never fades, yet Riku himself was fading. Ansem didn't think that the boy would take so long to forget, he didn't think that it would be this painful for Riku. He thought the boy would forget, thus making him easier to control. But it seems, it made things worse.

 

“We should go back inside. It's getting late, I don't want you to catch a chill.” He said sincerely, kneeling down to help Riku up. He offered his hand, but Riku slapped it away, as if it were rotten and vile.

 

“SINTANAN!!! [murderer](6) It's your fault…it's your FAULT! I hate you! I HATE YOU!!!” Riku lounged out at Ansem, but the attempt was useless as the man grabbed both of his wrists, forcing him down to his knees. Riku sobbed. He felt ashamed that he couldn't do anything, he couldn't punish this man for everything that he has done. Not only to him, but to others as well. Leon, his parents, and…her…

 

“What,” Ansem leaned in close to Riku's face, smiling that wicked smile of his, “What's my fault?” He asked as if he didn't know. As if nothing had happened. As if everyone Riku loved wasn't dead. As if Riku hadn't forgotten…

 

“You! You killed them. Everyone! Why…WHY?! I don't understand! I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!! Why put me through this? Why not just kill me like you have everyone else I've ever loved?! Answer me!”

 

Ansem's eyes softened. “Why didn't I kill you? Riku, I've already answered that question.” He pulled Riku into a firm embrace, wrapping his arms around Riku's shoulders. The boy shuddered.

 

“Stop…”

 

“Remember? I told you I kept you alive for a reason. And that reason is that I want to help you. I told you that I can give you anything you want. Anything…”

 

Riku wanted to believe Ansem. He wanted this man to give him the very thing he's losing. But no, there's nothing Ansem can give. There's nothing…except maybe…

 

“Anything…?” whispered Riku, hope ringing deeply in his voice. Can he give me…death in it's self?

 

“Anything you want my dear little Riku.” Said Ansem confidently. “But are you willing to give up a little more?” Ansem released the boy, and began walking back towards the mansion's doors(7) leaving Riku alone within the faux garden. The sun was setting, and the air's chill wafted over Riku's body, causing him to shiver.

 

I don't want to trust him.

 

Riku stood up slowly, resisting the temptation to run the other way. With each step he took forward, his nerves screamed for him to just run.

 

I don't want to believe him.

 

His arms felt heavy, like they were weighing him down. Trying to slow him to a stop. They dangled at his sides, motionless. His legs seemed to have a mind of their own.

 

I don't want his false hope.

 

Reaching the door, he walked quietly inside.

 

But…

 

And waiting inside was of course, Ansem himself. He smiled gently, and took up Riku's hand. His touch was reassuring, promising. Riku didn't want any of his promises. But…

 

I want them back.

 

 

“Are you sure Riku?”

 

They were back in the bedroom. Ansem was cupping Riku's facing, staring intently. But his serious tone didn't make Riku hesitate for a second.

 

“Yes.”

 

!!!WARNING!!!

 

Ansem's lips formed a sweet smile. He reached his hand to Riku's shoulder, slipping the boy's robe off halfway. He glanced over the boy, pale skin, stroking him just above his collar bone causing Riku to shiver. He leaned in, his mouth gently nibbling along the crook of the boy's neck. Ansem used his body to push them both onto the bed, Riku on the bottom. He continued to ravish the boy, softly giving him kisses. Riku was breathing heavy already, his cheeks flushed. Though Ansem had kissed many times before, he knew this time was different. The atmosphere was different.

 

“Mmmm…you taste delicious.”

 

Ansem placed his hand on Riku's inner thigh, massaging it with small movements of his thumb. Riku's breath hitched, his body felt on fire. Ansem fiddled a bit with Riku's robe till he was able to get it off completely. The boy instantly reacted, trying to cover his body from Ansem's greedy eyes.

 

“Don't worry,” spoke Ansem sweetly, “It's nothing I haven't seen already.” The man slipped off his own robe, letting it slide down revealing his masculine physique. Riku watch helplessly as Ansem swooned him, gently caressing Riku's face with his breathe. Ansem's mouth found the boy's ear and his tongue began exploring.

 

“Ahh…” Riku's body twitched as Ansem began nibbling delicately at his ear. The man's hands roamed to Riku's hips, pushing them down as the boy's back arched.

 

“Such a sensitive reaction. Does it feel good?” whispered Ansem.

 

How dare he ask me such a question…

 

“Nnnah…” gasped Riku. The boy blushed deeply as he saw Ansem move lower, his hands traveled along Riku's torso, tracing his muscles up and down. The man's hand made it down between Riku's legs, gently stroking his entry with his middle finger. The boy's hips bucked, but Ansem used his own hips to hold him down.

 

“This would be your first wouldn't it? Don't worry though,” Ansem leaned down to kiss Riku, tenderly nipping on the boy's lips. “I'll be gentle. We'll start out slow.” Ansem kissed Riku playfully on the tip of his nose while stroking his member. Riku stifled a moan, trying to hold in all the pressure building up inside. It was even harder when Ansem began whispering in his ear.

 

“Let me hear that sexy voice of yours.” Ansem gently massaged the tip of Riku's length with his index finger.

 

“Ahhh….ah…nnaahh…” Riku arched his back, tingling sensation running up and down his spine.

 

“Yes. That voice.”

 

Riku shut his eyes tight, letting Ansem gnaw tenderly at his hardening nipple. His mouth was warm, and soft, and wet. Riku tried not to think about it but it did feel good. The man's hot tongue devoured that nipple. When Ansem started using his free hand to play with Riku's other nipple, the boy almost went crazy.

 

“AHHH….st…stop it-” Ansem cut him off by laying a hard kiss on Riku's lips. He pressed firmly against his lips, not breaking contact till the boy was almost out of breath. Riku gazed up into Ansem's eyes and saw the lust. He saw the want and the desire. Riku shuddered under those eyes, feeling powerless and weak. Ansem smiled as he saw Riku's fear. He placed two fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking on them till they dripped with saliva.

 

“This will hurt a little my dear.” Riku's eyes widened as Ansem's long fingers made small circles around his entrance, stretching the skin a bit so he could slip his index finger into the warmth.

 

“Nnnnhhh…wa…wait. Stop.” Riku tried to push Ansem off him, but the man used his free hand to pin the boy's wrists above his head. The man kissed Riku intensely, distracting him while he slipped in another finger. Riku quivered, eyes tearing from the pain between his legs. Stop…I don't want this anymore!

 

“Now comes the hard part. Try to stay relaxed.”

 

Ansem used his two fingers to stretch and widen the boy's entrance, then slipped them out slowly. Riku tried to catch his breath as Ansem pumped his hard member, squeezing the pre-cum out, using it to coat his length.

 

“Ansem…please. I change my mind. I don't want this.” Riku stared helplessly up at the man. Ansem gave him a small smirk.

 

“That's Lord Ansem to you.” He then pushed himself hard inside of the boy. Riku hissed from the pain. Having Ansem inside him felt awkward and foreign. He pulled out, then pushed back in, this time slower. Ansem let Riku get used to having him inside, and began to ravish the boy's neck again.

 

“How's does that feel Riku?”

 

“Unnn…it feels…gross.” Ansem laughed, halted his onslaught of kisses to stare intently as the boy.

 

“You're not relaxed. Relax and it'll get better. I promise.” Slowly, Ansem began pumping into Riku. The boy panted, sweat covering his whole body from the constant contact. Their bodies both wet and slick, Ansem thrust into the boy, keeping in rhythm.

 

“Nnnya….ahhh…ha…” O gods…this does feel good.

 

Ansem picked up the pace as he felt himself ready to let go. He bent down to kiss Riku on the lips, and to his surprise, the boy kissed back. Ansem smiled to himself as he watched the beautiful creature below him gasping, his cheeks red, his hair wet with sweat. Such a lovely being that belonged to him.

 

Riku felt the pressure build more strongly between his legs. He used his now free hands to help push into Ansem as he felt himself release, slicking both of their bodies with his essence. Ansem wasn't far behind when with one last shudder he cummed inside Riku, coating the boy's insides. Out of breath, Ansem collapsed on top of Riku, both of their chests pressing against each other.

 

!!!DONE!!!

 

Ansem stared at his new plaything. The boy's face flushed, eyes dazed. His slim body seemed to glow and Ansem thought he could never look lovelier. He placed a hand above Riku's head, intertwine his fingers with the boy's silver trestles. Yes, what a lovely new creature Ansem has.

 

“Kuuthekrd [good night] my sweet Riku.”

 

 

Riku stirred. Tired eyes slowly opened to reveal Ansem's dimly lit room with a sliver of light coming in through a crack in the curtains. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, groaning a bit from his soreness. He glanced over to the other side of the bed and was surprised to find it empty, a light imprint left where Ansem had been sleeping. Riku placed his hand tenderly on the imprint. It was cool.

 

Riku sighed, swinging his feet over the side of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands. Did I really do what I think I did? He stood up, but instantly regretting it as a small wave of pain shocked between his legs. He slowly sat back down, then just fell back on the bed, legs half dangling off the side. He pulled the sheets over his face. Did I really let him do that to me?

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Riku jumped at the voice, lifting the sheet off his face to see Ansem leaning against the bedroom's doorframe. He quickly covered himself, remembering he wasn't clothed. This cause Ansem to smile a bit, but it wasn't his normal smug look. It was different. As if he had something else on his mind. Riku then notice Ansem wasn't wearing his normal attire. He was wearing silver plated armor with red gems encrusting a heart and cross insignia across his abdomen. A deep red cloak half covered his shoulder and armor. Though he looked ready to fly into battle, his garments appeared more eloquent than a normal soldier. One that looked like it wasn't getting dirty.

 

“I was just resting.”

 

“I see,” Ansem walked over to the bed, the leather straps from his armor creaking as he sat down next to Riku. “Are you in pain?” Riku turned his gaze, ignoring the question.

 

“Are you going somewhere?” asked Riku quietly.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Where?”

 

“That's not really your concern.” Ansem's voice was straight forward. His normal façade seemed to have disappeared, leaving on this stern, serious Ansem. Riku wasn't sure why, but he felt…worried? Why am I concerned about HIM?

 

Ansem stood up. “Hurry and get dressed. I have something I need to show you before I leave.” With that said, he left the room as quietly as he came. Riku just sat there. As if he was stranded, with the bed as his island and the floor as his sea. And now he had to swim to the closet.

 

After Riku had gotten ready, wearing a simple blue robe and sash, he followed Ansem down the many hallways that made up the mansion. There were only three rooms Riku had been in. The dinning hall, the study, and Ansem's bedroom. This hallway led to the study, but suddenly Ansem stopped at a door Riku never noticed before. In fact, if Ansem hadn't stopped, Riku might've passed by it without realizing it was ever there.

 

“This room is off limits to anyone without my permission.” Stated Ansem. He took Riku's hand and placed in it a small simple key. It was weatherworn, tiny scratches could be seen as if the key had been used too many times. Riku looked at Ansem curiously, but he had already turned away.

 

“I'm giving you permission.”

 

“What's inside?”

 

“Open the door and find out.”

 

“Why can't you just tell me?!”

 

Ansem let out a sigh, something Riku never saw before. It made Ansem look tired and frustrated. “As much as I'd love to stand here and watch your expression when you see what's inside, I have pressing matters to attend to. So now I shall take my leave.”

 

Riku watched as Ansem continued back the way they came, leaving Riku alone in the front of the door. Pressing matters? Riku felt like following Ansem, but memories of last night made him change his mind. That man…what game is he playing at?

 

Riku stared at the door. It was a plain, ordinary wooden door. But that was just it. This was a mansion where the doors were hand-craved and jewel incrusted, yet here was an ordinary door just out of no where. Was this door even here yesterday? Riku grew tense, not sure if he should look inside or not. Yet, curiosity drove him to slip the key in the door's lock carefully and give it a turn. He heard the lock click, and turned the knob opening the door.

 

It was dark inside, so dark he couldn't see anything. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness before entering, but it didn't help much. He took a step inside, but then retracted his foot. Maybe I should get a lamp…

 

“Riku?”

 

The boy jumped at the sound of his name. That voice…?! He glanced back inside the room, but didn't see anyone. It was too dark, but he still stepped back inside, walking until the light from the hallway began to fade.

 

“Who's there?”

 

“Riku…ed'c sa.” [it's me] said the voice softly. Riku's senses went on full alert. That voice, I know it…He stepped closer toward the soft voice, leaving the light behind him.

 

“Don't you recognize my voice Riku? How could you forget me?” the voice sounded hurt, but also a bit playful. As if everything was a joke. As if everything was still ok, still the same before everything went wrong.

 

“I…I'm sorry. I…can't remember.” And then it hit him. He didn't want to admit it before, he just said it softly to himself inside his self. Denying what has really happened. That he had forgotten everything before he had meet Ansem. “I can't remember anything.” Riku felt like crying, just standing there and crying. He closed his eyes, wishing he could just disappear, be swallowed up by the darkness.

 

Click.

 

Riku's eyes opened, but there was nothing but black. There was no light from the hallway. The door had closed.

 

Where's…where's the door?! Riku began to panic, breathing heavily. He turned around, taking careful steps toward where the door should be. Trying to see with his hands, but there was no door. What's happening?! Tears streamed down his cheeks, had this been a trap set up by Ansem? Did he trick me? Is he toying with me again? Argh! I just want to remember again. I want to know who I miss so much it makes my heart ache. Why can't I remember them?

 

“Sssh…Riku, everything is going to be fine. I'll take care of you while you're here.” Soft arms wrapped around Riku's frail body. He couldn't see her, but he could feel, and smell her. Her scent was sweet, like the Acacia flower, causing him to feel sleepy. Yes, he could tell the voice was a woman. Her arms were graceful and comforting, making Riku relax within her embrace.

 

“What is this place?” the girl laughed softly, and Riku felt absorbed by that laugh.

 

“Well, this is a place where people go and never leave. But for you, we'll make an exception.”

 

Never leave? We?

 

“I don't understand.”

 

“Heh…don't worry about it meddma uha [little one].” She laughed again. Such a sweet laughter, so innocent. Riku never wanted to leave her side.

 

“Why is it so da-“ he was cut off by someone's finger pressing gently against his lips.

 

“That's enough questions from you. Let's talk about something interesting!” said the voice more cheerily. It was soothing, and Riku wanted to listen to her. But just one more question…

 

“What's your name?”

 

“Heh…why it's Cielo you silly!” Even though it was dark, Riku imagined a face to go with her laughter. Blonde hair, soft features, brilliant green eyes.

 

Cielo…

 

TBC

 

 

(1)- Yeah…Ansem learned Ku-Uh from that fat guy in the last chapter (that Rikudo dude…). He's a quick learner, but that's mostly because Ansem was always somewhat of a scholar since basically all he did when he was little was sit in his big study and read all day. And yes, he read every single book in that library. I was actually gonna do a scene where Riku was forced to help Ansem learn Ku-Uh, but I guess that scene got turned down by the story producers in my head. Poor scene…maybe in another flashback.

 

(2)- Fear me! For I am horrible at military talk! BWAHAHAHA!!! If there's confusion about the land structure/setting of the story, then take a look at my livejournal cause it explains it. (the endnote was way too long before, so I put it all up in my livejournal)

 

(3)- Yay! Leon in the house! Hehehe…that's for you Si Si cause I know you love your Squall. And also because I didn't want to keep calling that dood the “armored man” or “the soldier”. That's boring…so I gave him a name! Yay!

 

(4)- Vimmpmuutat Kuanc- Literally means “Full blooded” in Ku-Uh, but actually he's referring to a special breed of Kuanc. See my livejournal for more information on the Vimmpmmuutat Kuanc.

 

(5)- Ylyley vmufan- Riku was speaking directly in Ku-Uh, but the actual name of the flower is Acacia. People….please…I'm not a Botanists. Acacia was just a pretty name I found when browsing flower names. I don't know if it actually looked like how I described it. And the flower part names…just forget I even mentioned them. I probably used them incorrectly since all I found in my flower research was a picture and a bunch of labels. //ramble ramble// Let's just say that all the flowers I put in this chapter are gonna be made up with stolen names. Got it?!?!?! //is stressed out// See my livejournal for a more in-depth reason for the “Faux Garden” and reasoning about my flower talk.

 

(6)- Wow….I thought it was pretty coincidental that “murderer” in Ku-Uh looks a lot like Satan. Sitanan...freaky…

 

(7)- Just to clear up something. They're at a separate home that Ansem likes to stay at. Being that he's the Lord of the entire Southern territory, he has different estates all around. See my livejournal for more about the Territories.

 

PB: I had forgot I put this story up on mm.org. So sorry…hope you enjoyed.